three reasons

It has only just turned one, and I’ve already counted three lies the Tories have made, or three reasons they are unfit to rule. Firstly, do you know that osbourne is actually exaggerating the depth of our financial problems? The deficit, according to darling, is not as bad as the Tories would have us believe, but they’re scaring us all in order to push through ideologically-motivated reforms.

The second lie was made by CaMoron himself during PMQs: he claimed that the Tories are protecting the NHS whereas labour would have cut it. In fact, precisely the opposite is true. On Monday, it emerged that some Tory backbenchers were starting to think about cutting the NHS. This would, after all, be more in line with their capitalist ideology.

Thirdly, I know its not really a lie, more of a lurch towards fascism, but in Ken Clarke’s speech on prison reform this morning, he said he planned to cut some of the rights to free legal representation. His argument was that we can no longer afford it, but given this right is so important, it should be kept even in minor cases. This is surely yet another case of the Tories putting greed before our rights.

I know I’ve been banging on about politics a lot lately, but, with the Tories doing stuff like the above, can you blame me. They are liars with no right to do what they are doing.

selfish, self-centred naïveté

I truly believe that something must be done to get our new government out of power as soon ad possible. I was thinking about it this morning: we have this big massive deficit, which we can eliminate all at once by imposing cuts so severe that everyone suffers, or we could take it steady, spreading the cuts over several years so they don’t have to be so deep. This seems like a no-brainer to me, but instead the Tories want a quick recovery, forcing us all to pay for crimes we did not commit. You have to ask yourself ‘why?’ Why are the Tories acting so illogically? To cut services now will decrease net productivity and causes another recession.

That’s why I think they’re being driven by ideology rather than sense. It seems like they would rather protect the wealth of the few over the well-being of the rest of us. By targeting those on benefits, they brand as all work-shy scroungers. Remarkably, I was talking to a fellow disabled guy last night who was trying to defend this abomination, and he was saying ‘It’s ok, we’ll be okay, they’re just targeting the scroungers’. It is that sort of selfish, self-centred naivete, coming from those on the right, which really pisses me off, and it’s why I think we have to do something to return power to people with broader minds.

crash head

Yesterday we made a music video. Lyn was working on a new track for the last few days, and wanted to make a film to go with it. The result, if I may say so, is astonishingly good. Most of the footage was taken by me in my chair – I was just relieved I didn’t drop the camera; go take a look, but watch out for the cat-monster in the wood.

spicy chicken and curried goat

I was just trying to think of words which adequately describe yesterday, but I think ‘fun’ best fits the bill. Our neighbours, Paula and Dan, were throwing a party for their youngest son’s second birthday, and we were invited, along with hundreds of other people. parties are very special events to my neighbours; in fact, the first sign that something big was afoot was a bouncy castle being inflated outside at about ten yesterday morning.

Knowing Paula and Dan, I could tell it was going to be big, so I rolled next door about half twelve. Lyn decided to come later. There I sort of hovered about, observing, talking. The kids were fascinated with my lightwriter, especially one boy who had autism. I got to meet Paula and Dan’s friends, who seem rather cool people.

The party lasted into the evening. What began as a kids party, with party games and jelly, morphed into an adult party about six. A barbeque was started, and I gorged myself on spicy chicken. However, I really wanted to try the curried goat, and Dan promised me some, but as soon as Paula cooked a batch people took it. I was there till about half ten, by which time I was quite merry, but I never did get any goat.

It was a really good party – certainly the longest I’ve been to. I really wanted to get Lyn on the bouncy castle, as apparently she has never been on one, but she didn’t seem very keen on the idea. I don’t think she knows what she’s missing. Anyway, I think today will be less exuberant – we both need to recover.

the stars

I suppose I miss the stars. We were just in the garden, as we have been the last few days, and I looked up. I realised, with shock, that I couldn’t see the stars. The light pollution is too great. Back up north, I could see them – on campus, looking up of a night, you could see a beautiful blanket of stars. One night in my undergraduate year I pointed out the plough to charlotte as she pushed me home, so that whenever we saw that constellation we would remember each other and that time – she said it looked like a kite. Yet no constellations are visible down here in london; they’ve been blocked out by all the street lights. Looking up, only four of five stars can be seen,, and I can’t help feeling a loss.

crippen’s blog entry

Today I would just like to direct you here, to a blog entry by crippen the disabled cartoonist. In the disabled community, there seems to be widespread horror at what

CaMoron is doing. He seems to be targeting DLA claimants in particular, exaggerating the problem of fraud. In other words, he’s kind of making ‘us’ one of his scapegoats while the people who made this mess in the first place – the bankers – are allowed to get away Scott free. Why should we be made to pay for this mess? Of course, CaMoron refuses to tax the bankers because that’s where most of the funding for the Tory party comes from. It’s cronyism of the most sickening kind.

night at the musicals

Today I have something much more cheerful to blog about than yesterday’s doom-laden budget. Last night I went to see my first school play in about fifteen years. The school I volunteer at put on a performance called a ‘night at the musicals’ – essentially a montage of excerpts from about four west-end shows. I had been involved in their creation in a minor capacity, so they invited me and Lyn to go and watch it.

Truth be told, I found it quite remarkable. Although all the performers were ambulant, most had fairly severe learning difficulties and/or autism. Yet it was a sustained hour-long performance full of dancing, merriment and some very good gags. There was even a Python reference. More importantly, though, the students were the major contributors to what went into the show.

After the show, I finally got to introduce the lady I work with at school – Kathryn – to Lyn. Mind you, I think they introduced their selves before I got to. I also introduced Lyn to matt p, a boy I work with at school and the only communication aid user there. Lyn got to show off her new Ipad, and everyone was very impressed with how she uses it as a VOCA. Matt seems prone to getting distracted easily, but I think the Ipad got his attention.

In all it really was a great evening. After the show we went down to the schools boarding unit; believe it or not, Lyn pointed out the very bedroom in which she had slept as a child, which struck me as both remarkable and rather cute. I think Lyn should come to school more often, as she has a lot she can teach both the students and staff.

We got home rather happy. I was very pleased with how last night went, and was still hummint the songs from the show when I woke up this morning.


Today I want to address a comment left by Emma in reply to my entry yesterday. She suggests I should join the Labour party. This has been proposed to me before, and I have thought about it. The truth is, I’m unwilling to fully commit to any specific political party: while I agree with much of what they did, some of labour’s policies seem a little too free-market oriented to me. If I joined labour, I fear I might be pinning myself down politically. What if they were to lurch to the right? I want to be free to make my own mind up. Plus, what sort of free radical revolutionary would I be if I was actually a member of one of the three main political parties?


I was only half joking when I wrote that I wanted a revolution. Indeed, part of me wasn’t joking at all. It is quite clear to me that, under the new coalition government, the economy is not safe. They emphasise business over the individual, which means that they will protect the wealthy at the expense and poor. This is all very well and good if you are fit and able, but what about the rest of us? What about those oppressed by a system designed to keep the rich rich and the poor poor? What about those reliant on thee benefits system, public transport and things like direct payments? We will suffer! As long as George Osbourne is chancellor, hiding behind his nauseating lies about the previous government in order to drive through ideologically-inspired cuts, we will suffer. Alistair Darling must be reinstated immediately we need someone who actually understands economics at the helm, not some greed-motivated simpleton.Moreover, given that the proposed cuts constitute a betrayal of many British working class factories, it is unpatriotic to allow the Tories to run roughshod over our rights and freedoms.

We must therefore get rid of this government. I do not want a violent revolution; Gandhi teaches us that there are far better ways to achieve our goals than with fists, knives, guns or bombs. But I want a revolution nevertheless. Why should we have to put up with four more years of Tory oppression? Under them, we are headed for a depression. I therefore call upon whoever is reading this to rise up, revolt, and do whatever you can to make tour feelings known and boot these economic simpletons out.

Lyn’s biography

I really do think Lyn is the most extraordinary person I have ever met; she is wonderful, kind and loving. We were in the garden the other day, and we came up with a very interesting idea: what if we were to write Lyn’s biography? My fiance has been through a hell of a lot, and her story is one worth telling. But what a story it would be: from London to Wales and back; from institutionalisation to independence; from male to female. At one and the same time, I can’t wait to start, yet haven’t the foggiest idea where to begin. It truly is an intriguing idea. I guess we just need to go into the garden with a decent red wine and start getting ideas down.