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Tuesday, January 31, 2017


for me there was always a sensible and practical reason why the country should have voted to stay in europe. a simple reason really, one that was above ideological, political and nationalistic concerns. a reason that has previous and current evidence to back it up – not the lies of the leavers or the scare tactics of the remainers. 

now i must declare that i was a remainer. i also must admit that i wasn’t for remain out of love of the european project, no sir i had long since lost patience with johnny foreigner. while i am a believer in big government there is a point at which you move the seat of power too far from those that are governed and it loses all sense of accountability. (one wonders if those who voted for nigel farage as an mep really think they got their money’s worth from him, or didn’t they realise that he was a money grabbing sponger on the public purse?) 

as a small digression when it comes to the tory plan to shrink parliament to save costs (and not at all to guarantee that they stay in power – that is just happenstance, lucky for them…) i am against that – in fact create more mps, that way we are all a little closer to our elected representative. with fewer constituents to count on they would have to work harder.

anyway, back to the meat and potatoes of this little piece. mrs. may is preparing to invoke article 50 and thus start the process of leaving the european union. loads of people are saying that this can’t happen – even though the result of the referendum was pretty cut – close but clear cut.
now i know that if the result had been the other way around we would have had that nice mr. farage bleating that it was too close and there should be a second referendum (and he would be calling for a third, a fourth until the result went his way – we’ll call it the scots technique. sadly, though nigel got his way and to show what a good leader he was promptly admitted lying and decided to bugger off leaving real politicians to pick up the mess he had created.

so yes, i was a remainer. yes, i want people to be aware of the lies that iain duncan smith and co spouted at the time. but i am not a remoaner. people spoke now it is the duty of parliament to follow through and do the democratic thing.
if only it were that simple. now some mps are telling us that they know better than the people – and perhaps they do (on this me and richard dawkins agree: we should never have been asked the question in the first place).  now it is too late to claim it was an advisory or that it didn’t really count. anything else is a dismissal of democracy as we know it – and frankly undermines the legitimacy of parliament – as from now on there is always a possibility that we can ask for it to be rerun until we get the result we want. 

but pat you said you were for staying. i was. now i am for doing what was voted for.
this brings me to my main reason for initially being against leaving europe. judging by past experience and how adroitly governments have avoided making decisions on projects such as heathrow – surely a must decide type deal that is about the national interest rather than party seats and yet every year it get kicked into the long grass because it might cause a bit of a ruction for the party in power. same sort of thing for hs2. let’s not even mention constant hot topics such as housing and the national health service. if as a government you are unable to deal with these issues and problems i don’t think you have much chance of negotiating a sensible, efficient and effective departure from europe. 

however, i was on the losing side. now i hope that mrs. may and co prove me wrong.


and as if to show the fragile nature of recovery.
the knife edge of choice and outcome.
blogger and my computer conspired to make me go 'shit' as the previous post almost didn't load and hours (well not quite that long but there was some thought involved) of work lost.

all servicing as a useful reminder to write this shit up in a word processing package first. save it and then post it. secondly never trust your computer - it is there to fuck with your head and while it might do what you want 99.9% of the time that 0.1% is always the most important 0.1%

lesson learnt (for now). 

Monday, January 30, 2017


it would be fair to say that recently i have had a run of very bad luck - true much of it avoidable if i had been a bit more of a grown up rather than a fuckwit.
but hey ho.
hindsight is always 20/20.
bed made. lying in it. (or in my case: sprawled out on the floor - and no it is not because life is so desperate i am dossing on the floor. i just find sleeping on the floor more comfortable than beds, i know so spartan - so monkish).

unlike the song i have several more than a few regrets - but at least one of them is not being one of those arseholes who voted for brexit as a protest vote. oh look at us we'll give those posh tories a bit of a kicking in the polls. it's safe to do because who in their right mind is going to believe anything that iain duncan smith says?
who is going to believe nigel farage?
who is going to believer michael gove?
turns out just enough to make the world a stranger place.

then lo and behold the usa go and do the same. true their election was a choice between worse and worser - but to still choose the worst of the worst is pretty amazing.

still i thought 2017 is a new dawn, fresh start, clean page. a time to get my ducks in row, my bishops lined up and my artichokes in order.
a time to plan.
and plan i did.

unlike trump who has come out of the gate faster than usain bolt can lose a sprint relay medal, i have dillied and dallied, i dallied and i dillied.
while trump is changing the face of the world by a pen stroke or two the best i can manage is to make it into work, and even then in a very half hearted fashion.

strangely while i have a lot to rail against (and let's be honest what the world needs now is another barely coherent voice in the wilderness mumbling about how trump and may are cunts and the world is a mean place) i just can't work up the enthusiasm to moan, bitch and snipe about it. there is a horrid fatalistic acceptance. it is not just that the targets of anger are so far away (trump, farage et al) even the ones closer to home, the ones where i could possibly make a difference, where another voice, another argument may just be the tipping point that makes the breakthrough - even then i am all meh.

it is not quite giving up.
it is not quite acceptance.
it is sort of next door but one to those.
there used to be a time when i would think of witty one liners and crushing logical arguments to lay before readers of this blog (i never used them - i just thought of them), now it is all i can do to think about the blog itself to write in it is an effort too far.

what has spurred me back to this?
trust me when you have a semi sexual dream that involves donald trump and his award for the world's greatest cock gag then you know your sub conscious is trying to tell you something, and it doesn't matter that you may not fully understand the message just that you do something to change, something to reinvigorate, something to shake up the personal status quo.
scruff of the neck.
dust off.
socks up.
onwards and upwards.

so for better or worse i am trying to get back to here - if only to vent when i feel it is all getting too much, but hopefully there will be some considered pieces when i have strung a thought or two together.

fingers crossed that this is not another false dawn.