Things can change – and yes, walls can come tumbling down!
THERE IS, literally, something in the air at the moment.
It may just be coincidence but, when I switched on the radio this morning, they were playing Walls Come Tumbling Down.
Remember that? Paul Weller’s rabble rouser from 1985, the zenith of Thatcherism, when he tried bravely to convince us that things didn’t have to be this way.
“You don’t have to take this crap,” Weller sang, adding: “Are you gonna try and make this work, or spend your days down in the dirt?
Well, we all know how that went…. two years later, Maggie got voted in again, and then John Major succeeded her. It wasn’t until 1997 that we got another progressive government.
Today, of course, there’s yet another Tory just been installed at Number 10, and still no end in sight to their dominance of UK politics.
And yet… the sense that things can change is perhaps more tangible these days than at any time since the 1940s.
What’s made the difference is, in a word: Coronavirus.
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It’s a jungle out there – so we all need to treat each other better
THE SPRING can’t come fast enough. Out there in the January gloom, people are careering against each other, and they’re not in the best of shape.
Just over a fortnight into the New Year, it’s already obvious that they’re struggling: with money, with the post-Christmas Blues, with anger.
London’s a place where people are never very kind to one another but these three scenes from the last week or so demonstrate how close we all are to the edge sometimes…
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THE NEWS is bad, bad, bad. So bad that I feel terrible for being happy.
AT THE risk of sounding like a BTEC Delta Bluesman, I woke up this morning.
And the news was bad.
British Steel ’bout to fail.
Jamie’s Italian had.
Brexit was still happening, or not happening.
Farage was brushing off the milkshake and slipping on the Knuckle Dusters, ready to deal British tolerance another smart whack to the plums at the Ballot Box tomorrow.
And, worst of all, the United Nations rapporteur on extreme poverty was laying into the Government for recreating a new Victorian workhouse through welfare cuts and austerity.
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