Tory with a wilted rose

  You won’t be surprised to learn that I am supporting Jeremy Corbyn as the next leader of the Labour Party. He’s not really a “hard-left extremist”, despite what the media tells you. He is an old fashioned social democrat, like the Labour government of 1945, which brought us the National Health Service and the welfare state, or like current governments in the Scandinavian countries, which have some of the highest standards of living in the world. The only reason he can be portrayed as an extremist is that politics have moved so far to the right in the last thirty … Continue reading Tory with a wilted rose

Who’s really profiting from post office’s loss?

I was on the telly last week. It was in episode 3 of the BBC2 series, Signed, Sealed and Delivered: Inside the Post Office, about the occupation of our Crown Post Office on the day the building closed down for redevelopment. A copy exists on YouTube if you want to watch it. I’m a bit-part player, that’s all. You see me carrying a bucket and then explaining what it will be used for. The programme also features Hugh Lanning, James Flanagan, and Brian Hitcham; plus the talented Justin Mitchell, playing a moving rendition of the Last Post on his bugle, … Continue reading Who’s really profiting from post office’s loss?

Jeremy Corbyn: Quantitative Easing for the people

I’ve been wanting to write these words for a long time. If democracy is rule by the majority, and monarchy is rule by an individual, then what is capitalism? It is rule by those with capital, of course. Rule by the rich. That’s such an obvious statement that I’m not sure I’ve ever heard anyone saying it before. We all know that our monarchy is just for show. The Queen makes a dazzling display on the state opening of Parliament, wearing the crown and the royal robe, shimmering in all her jewellery under the TV spotlights, while summoning the commons … Continue reading Jeremy Corbyn: Quantitative Easing for the people

Biker Dads

Driving used to be a pleasure. Right now I’m inching forward in first gear, watching the tail lights of the car in front flicker on and off, tasting the traffic fumes like bitter porridge, steaming in this damp, heavy heat, seeing yet another red light up ahead, yet another set of road works, waiting, waiting – moving – waiting. Where’s the pleasure now? From The Independent  Sunday 01 August 1999 Read more here. Continue reading Biker Dads