We Need Intelligent People In Charge

Without wanting to sound too extreme, but it is now blindingly obvious that the Conservative Party of the UK is nothing but a collection of utter morons who do not understand what is going on or the damage they are doing. I was watching one of their toffee-nosed MPs talk on the BBC earlier, and he was attempting to flatly contradict the medical expert who had preceded him, claiming that we don’t need to take precautions against the virus, just to keep up their pretence everything is all right. With Omicron becoming so dangerous, in all seriousness their continued power actively puts people at risk. These idiots should be removed from government immediately.

David Frost is no Lord

David Frost should be referred to as David Frost; if he deserves a peerage I’m the zarking tooth fairy. Much is being said in the news of his resignation today, but if you ask me the anachronistic bastard should never have been allowed to get anywhere near government. The Tories awarded him a peerage purely in order that he could force Brexit upon us, something that less than half of us voted for in a referendum based on outright lies. Now Frost and those like him intend to use Brexit as an opportunity to turn the UK into a “low tax, low regulation” economy; in other words, a capitalist dystopia where the rich are free to lord it over the poor, the NHS and welfare state are gutted, and where the most able and privileged in society are allowed to hoard their wealth while disabled people are left to starve. If you ask me, such views and aims have no place in this or any other modern society. They are born of greed and selfishness, and the people who hold them are nothing but spoiled brats who were never taught the value of sharing and cooperation. That’s why I feel nothing but contempt for Frost and Outist p’tahks like him. They would turn the country into a Thatcherite hell driven by greed, instead of the caring, social, outgoing place it deserves to be, and why Brexit must be reversed at all costs.

A Seismic Result

Needless to say, I was very pleased to wake to the news that the Tories took a massive arse-kicking in North Shropshire overnight. As I’m sure anybody reading this will already know, the Tories lost a seat they had held for almost two centuries to the Lib Dems. Politically this is quite seismic, especially given the size of the swing. People are obviously now starting to see Boris Johnson for the entitled, lying scumbag he is, but I would just like to point out something which the mainstream media don’t seem to be emphasising – at least the beeb aren’t: The party the Tories lost so massively to are a Remain party who want the UK to reenter the EU. If this was merely a slap in the face for the tories, if people simply wanted to show their anger and discontentment with the current government, they may have voted Labour or someone else. Yet the fact that this was such a landslide win for a Remain/Rejoin party, especially in an area which had voted Leave so strongly, must surely be a sign that the whole country now sees Brexit as the massive mistake it is. The country no longer wants the Tories in government, and it no longer wants to have left the EU.

John Cleese Has Lost My Respect

I used to have a lot of respect for John Cleese. I thought he was a very clever, funny man. Yet after reading this and watching the interview it is about, that has now changed. ”’John Cleese has said he intends to put in a formal complaint about the “deception, dishonesty and tone” of recent BBC interview he took part in.” He feels he was presented as out of touch and harmful. Watching the interview, though, that’s blatantly not the case. The questions Cleese was asked were perfectly rational and justifiable, but the arrogant twat refused to answer them in his desperation to get his baseless, right-wing views across. People aren’t being over-protective as Cleese claims; we just refuse to tolerate the reductive, reactionary, xenophobic crap which held society back for so long.

The interviewer opens the piece by asking Cleese to state what interests him about the subject, which he does; but when she tries to dig deeper by stating that others my feel what cleese is saying is old fashioned, he becomes increasingly defensive, refusing to answer perfectly justifiable questions. Cleese is clearly apprehensive about the subject, as if he doesn’t know enough about it, or feels like he’s being attacked for holding opinions which, deep down, he knows he cannot justify. In the end he gets up and walks out, like a petulant child who can’t deal with being confronted, and in doing so looses my respect.

Rewilding London

I don’t live particularly close to Hyde Park, and I think I’ve only been up there once or twice, but I think this Guardian article about plans to rewild the park is worth flagging up. Part of a project to rejuvenate London’s green spaces, the plans involve “more wild spaces, more scrub, river rewiggling and species reintroductions”. One of the things I adore most about London is it’s parks. I love how, when out on my daily trundles, every so often I come across an area of grass or an ancient-feeling wood; tranquil little areas away from the traffic which not many cities the size of London have. It’s good to see that, amid all the construction currently happening in the metropolis, effort is being made to preserve it’s quieter, greener spaces too.

A Patient Christmas

A few years ago, when we were still living together, I remember Lyn saying to me one Christmas that she was glad I was with her as she had spent so many of her previous Christmases alone. I found that very moving: Lyn always was a very solitary person – I suppose she had had to be – and for most of her life had just had her personal assistants as company. Her Christmases had therefore been quite glum affairs, so she was grateful for my company, at least for a while.

My parents called me earlier. Until this morning, the plan had been that I would go and spend Christmas day and boxing day with them at the old family base in Harlesden. Yet for various reasons, that plan has had to be postponed. Not least, the COVID situation is becoming worrying again. Thus it looks like I’ll be spending Christmas here with Serkan. Yet while I was looking forward to seeing mum and dad, getting plenty of parental cuddles and eating lots of Mum’s Christmas pudding, I know I need to remember that this is something we’re all going through: it might be hard, it might be lonely, but I’m far from the only one experiencing this. I also know that Lyn and many more people like her go through far, far worse, particularly at this time of year. That’s why, when my parents told me the bad news this morning, I thought of Lyn and what she had once told me.

Things might be rough at the moment; the pandemic seems to be going on without end in sight. But end it will; we just need to be patient. I take strength from Lyn, and other people I know like her – people with the will to get through anything. If they had the strength to overcome so much, surely I can get through a christmas alone – surely we all can. And when this is all over and we get the all clear, I know there will be plenty of mum’s christmas pudding waiting.

Finally Watching Trust

It worries me how oblivious I can be sometimes. You may remember how, four years ago, I was thrilled to discover the great Danny Boyle filming at Charlton House. He was working on a series called Trust, about the Getty family and empire. Thinking about it this morning, I tapped it into google, and was happy to find that Trust is now available to watch on Disney+, which I’ve had a subscription to for a year. Of course I immediately started watching it and I’m finding it fascinating. I’m just gutted I didn’t realise where I could watch it months ago.

I know I give Disney a bit of a bad press sometimes, but I must admit they are currently producing some really good stuff. I’ve watched some really great films and TV programs on their streaming service this last year. Indeed, between Disney, Netflix and good oldd BBC Iplayer, I’ve really been spoiled for choice.

Does Bond Need a Change Of Tone?

Just to pick up on my James Bond-related musings from a day or two ago, it seems to me that now might be a good time for a change of tone in the franchise. Daniel Craig and Pierce Brosnan before him played Bond very seriously; they both made colossal impacts on the franchise. Their films were action driven and largely humourless. I don’t envy any actor the task of following them, especially given the legacy of Craig and the mark he has made on the character, so now that EON are looking for someone new to wear the famous tuxedo, might a tonal reset be in order? After all, it has been done before: knowing he couldn’t compete with Sean Connery, Roger Moore camped up Bond and played the character for laughs. His Bond films are more comedy spoofs than serious action thrillers. Is now the time for a similar change in tone for the Bond series? After all, that might be the only way to follow Craig, and I’m quite sure we could all do with something lighter right now.

A Small Brexit-Related Incident

I’m not completely sure whether I should note this for fear of making myself look a bit daft, but yesterday I was in one of the posher local supermarkets when something odd happened. I still wear a cap adorned with anti brexit badges when I’m out and about. I was just leaving when suddenly a youngish guy walked passed me. Spotting my cap, out of the blue he exclaimed something like “Brexit! Yes! Best thing ever!” He may well have just been trying to wind me up, but of course I was immediately incensed. I started to shout a few choice words at him, which he either didn’t understand or ignored, and the incident was over at that. It was barely worth noting really, if only to say something about the strength of feeling and division which still surrounds Brexit in the UK.