Friday, 3 October 2014

Labour - a party run by backroom boys

I'm a Labour Party member, and have been for thirty years. I'm also a life-long Sunderland supporter, so you'd think that by now I'd be used to my fair share of disappointment. So while I'm still waiting for Sunderland's first win of the season, I'm fairly confident that they'll do reasonably well (i.e. avoiding relegation), and may even finish comfortably mid-table. The reason for my confidence is that they've got a good manager, who is well respected, and who many believe should have been canonised after leading the team to safety at the end of last season.

However, I can't be as confident in the abilities of the Labour Party leadership to win the next election, or even in them putting a credible alternative to the bunch of asset-stripping spivs who govern us at the minute. The problem is the party's complete lack of leadership, and the determination not to do or say anything that would spook Middle England. To use another football analogy, it's like when Sven was manager of England, and the team would play for either a draw or a one-nil win, which was boring to watch, and deeply uninspiring. Now Labour are slightly ahead in the poles, it seems that we are being force-fed blancmange, with nothing of any substance reaching the table.

It's not all Ed Miliband's fault - he comes across as a fairly decent wonk - but there just isn't anybody in the shadow cabinet who appears to have any leadership qualities, and is capable of stirring a fire in the belly. The Labour Party is now a party run by back-room boys, seemingly more interested in the opinions of focus groups than it is in the opinions of those it was set up to represent. I've stopped going to meetings - a combination of disillusionment and life being too short - although I still deliver a round of leaflets from time to time (and even that's becoming more difficult).

I fear the worst next year, not just for my party, but for my country. My prediction is that the Tories will win with a working majority, and Miliband will quit as leader. Unfortunately, there's nobody there to replace him who look like they're capable of doing any better.

Monday, 15 September 2014

The Tartan Divorce - a vote against the oligarchy

I don't have a vote in the Scottish Referendum, but if I did, I'd be inclined to cast it for the ayes, which I guess makes me one of those pesky Labour voters who are swinging towards a tartan divorce, and away from the party line. Of course, it would be a leap in the dark, both politically and economically, but the chance to stop being governed by the oligarchy which currently preside over us would be too tempting to pass up on - I only wish we had the same opportunity in this country.

A few years ago, my wife and I were staying in Edinburgh, and we visited the Scottish Parliament. It was in recess, and the security guard had gone to the loo, so we just walked in. It's a proper, modern, functional debating chamber, much more conducive to serious political debate than the bear-pit that is the Palace of Westminster. It made me wonder what British politics would be like if, by chance, the Houses of Parliament were to burn down again, and we had the chance to re-build them along the same lines as Holyrood, and jettison all the quasi-traditional junk with it. For a start, there'd be no filibusting - in Scotland, the MSPs have a set time to make their points, they have access to computers and information at their desks, and votes can be conducted immediately. It's all very 21st century, and democracy is a lot better for it.

We can but dream.

Sunday, 17 August 2014

Cairngorm Haiku

we walk through dark woods
leaving the past behind us
towards the unknown


wind rustling the pines
the white noise of the forest
voices in the trees


the edge of hearing
thin brittle branches snapping
sound of slug eating


ant metropolis
tens of thousands of workers
in endless labour


young osprey calling
to be fed by mother hen
next week she'll be gone


female grouse disturbed
flies for cover into trees
away from humans


 roe deer disturbed
darts for cover into trees
away from humans


the wind changes -
a time of uncertainty
days are blown away


a tartan landscape
heather turning to purple
crows perch on outcrops


rivulets singing
as they flow down the hillsides -
we drink up the song


water glistening
pools of light catching the sun
dazzling our eyes


waiting for winter
a ski-slope dreams of the snow
as summer passes


the need to ascend -
a steep climb upwards, moonwards
cloud forms question mark


technology's song -
wind blows through radio mast 
a lonely chorus


how many long miles
have we travelled to be here
at this journey's end?


tranquil afternoon
a calmness on the water
before the debate


two grey men in suits
argue about the future
while we drink whisky

Thursday, 10 July 2014

Dust and Ancient Light

we are made of dust and ancient light
of matter and molecules married by chance
we are the stuff of stars
now bride and groom are fused together
as perpetrators of circumstance

do you take this force of nature
for better and for worse?
these cells and particles to honour and obey?
let us join together to celebrate this tiny universe
and let no man rent asunder

speak now, or forever hold thy fragile peace

Tuesday, 8 July 2014

Lakeland haiku

crows fly below us
step-by-step, a steep ascent,
above, only sky


poet captures words
cages them between the lines
sentence meted out


friendless, wandering
existing to shed tears
solitude of clouds

a secret mirror
clouds reflected in the tarn
fish dreaming of flight


tawny owl
greater-spotted woodpecker
blue tit
great tit
wood pigeon
song thrush
greylag goose
yellow wagtail

pipistrelle bat
mason bee
red squirrel

woodpecker watching
squirrels chase one-another
through branches of pine


a dead lamb listens
to the yellowhammer's song
eyes plucked out by crows

Wednesday, 2 July 2014

Rolf Harris - a wasp in the jam

When I was at Art College in the early nineties, I suggested that it may be a good idea to ask Rolf Harris to present us with our degrees at our graduation ceremony. This was before his career took off again, before Rolf's Animal Slaughterhouse and all that other stuff, and before he acquired a certain hipness doing cover versions of Lou Reed and Led Zeppelin songs. He was considered to be a bit naff at the time, a children's entertainer who painted on walls and sung novelty songs, but we thought he'd be an unusual choice for the ceremony, and we'd be able to look back with a sense of amusement over the whole thing.
Unfortunately, he was busy, and Neil Innes ended up presenting us with our degrees, which was very nice.

Now Rolf's been unmasked as a serial sexual assaulter, with scores of women coming forward claiming that he'd molested them at various times over the last forty years, and some of them were really young at the time, which given his showbiz persona, is absolutely sickening. When it was disclosed that he was being investigated, nobody could quite believe it; it wasn't as though he had a reputation as dodgy as Jimmy Savile's, or as weird as Stuart Hall's, but as more details came out about what he got up to, it just left everybody feeling sullied, and sad and angry that their childhood has in some way been blighted.

Now it looks like he going to prison. I'm not really sure what the point of a custodial sentence would be to somebody in their eighties, other than a chance for society to extract some revenge for being duped by him for so many years. He's a ruined man, his life and reputation's in tatters, and in his final years, his past has caught up with him.

It would surely make more sense to look at what financial assets he has left, and look at punishing him through his wallet, rather than sending him to jail.

Wednesday, 25 June 2014

Phone-hacking haiku

who runs this country?
not the likes of you and me -
we are nobodies


tory spin doctor
listening to the public
conversations taped


bindweed trumpets blow
in the soft breeze to herald
this midsummer day


 good day for red-tops -
gold-finches flock in gardens
sun behind a cloud