Do you remember
Rambling Syd Rumpo? Well it was on Round the Horne when Syd –
deliciously played by Kenneth Williams – put to music tales of yore
in a language that might only be described as wangled with a touch of
bilibluster!
Anyway, anyway, I was
just woggling this morning, when I thought I might have a ramble
meself on some of the dagblinders that have made me bludder with
increptitude and, on one occasion, self scratchifaction.
A week or so ago, I was
watching ‘ Peston on Sunday’ as all good political geeks should
do. Now, Mr Peston (note the honorific) ….. do you know, for a long
while I thought Mr Peston was a member of the aristocracy (duh!).
Then, of course, I found out that he comes from a working class,
Jewish family from North London and that his father was made a life
peer. Well, you can imagine how sorry I felt for him – what’s
that? – no, not because he’s Jewish you doughnut, but because he
doesn’t come from south of the river, or to be precise, Sarf East
London! (For those of you unfortunate enough to be born outside of
the metropolis, the river in question is, of course, the Thames).
Right, now before this
begins to sound any more like a Ronnie Corbett monologue, back to
“Peston on Sunday”.
One of the guests was
Lord Adonis, who argued the case for a radical Labour government in
the mould of the 1945 Attlee government. Well my heart swelled like a
pomegranate full of the juiciest of juicy granates; Why? Because,
without any doubt, the beautiful Adonis must be a devotee of the blog
that is Clemantics and the due reverence that this heaps upon the
one, the only, great and politically inclusive Clement Attlee.
There’s no doubt,
Attlee’s belief that in politics, one size doesn’t fit all was
one he carried into government and was demonstrated by including in
his cabinet the likes of Aneurin Bevan and Stafford Cripps at one end
of the Labour spectrum and Ernest Bevin at the other. I do hope that
the messiah that is Jeremy Corbyn, and his disciples McDonnell and
Lansman, are able to also live up to the historical imperative that
Labour is a broad church and not a single denomination. I have my
doubts.
Now, one of the
problems with rambling is that stuff happens which one feels obliged
to mention even though in the mentioning I can feel the cockles of me
heart freezing with shame and anger. What I’m talking about here
are PFI and out sourcing. To my shame, to be honest I didn’t take
much notice; well this was a Labour government, how could they behave
in a way that was not in the best interest s of the British people.
Well, we now know they did.
The result, of course,
is Carillion, G4S charging for people wearing a tag who were dead,
academies running up significant losses and a PFI bill that will cost
something around £200 billion. During the last 20 years, Governments
of both stripes have foresworn borrowing – even though rates for
the past 10 years have been eye watering low – so as not to be
accused of profligacy (worked well for the Labour party!). So, a
Labour leadership in the early 2000’s afraid to stand by the
principles of radicalism, and follow a Keynesian economic plan, and a
coalition government ideologically intent on undermining the welfare
state in the guise of austerity to pay down the deficit.
The
trouble with rambling is the potential to induce a downward spiral of
psychological un-wellness unless one can happen upon something joyful
and uplifting. Is there anything of that nature around? Well, yes
there is and I’m pleased to announce that Donald J. Trump has been
found to be physically and psychologically 100% fit. Unfortunately,
there a minor downside to this and it is we can’t even blame his
behaviour on the belief he is a nutter. On the other hand, if we
accept the findings of his medical, then our 5 a day becomes a Coke,
a cheeseburger, A KFC bucket, another coke and a Macdonald’s
McNugget! Vegetables and fruit? I spit on vegetables and fruit!
But hark, what’s that
I hear? Jeremy Corbyn demands we stay in the single market!
Oh joy of joys, oh
joyfulness unbounded! Oh no… more fake news!
See you soon, I’m
just off to get a cordwaller before I attempt my ritual scream into
the pit of despair.
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