Out of the Closet into the Cabinet.
I had the radio playing in the background a couple of weeks ago – French radio, naturally. 80, perhaps 90,000 people were converging on Paris to demonstrate. They had come from towns and villages across the breadth of France. The rural French are so fond of marching on Paris, which is viewed by most as another country, as indeed it was until a mere few generations ago, that it barely created a ripple in my concentration on other matters. Until the announcer started to interview a French journalist live.
‘Who are these people’? the Parisian journalist queried. ‘Where do they come from’? ‘Why are they doing this’? ‘Who is mobilising them’?
Perfectly reasonable journalistic questions when you see them in black and white on the printed page. You needed to hear those questions delivered in the original whining, querulous, baffled and positively petulant tone to understand why I promptly pricked up my ears to pay attention.
The answer, of course, was that they were that strange breed known as ‘voters’; ordinary Joe’s or ‘Pierre’s’ in this case. Widget makers from Lille, nurses from Bordeaux, farmers from Limoges, dockers from Marseilles. The everyday people who toil away providing the tax money for metro Paris to exist and pontificate on the matters which interest them.
They had taken their precious day off from that toil to stomp the Parisian cobbles and let the government know that whatever metro Paris’s view of Gay marriage, it was not shared by these voters. It was not the demonstration which interested me, but the genuine bafflement with which it was greeted by those in the capital. So long insulated in their world of smart dinner parties, opera and theatre, haute couture, week-end breaks in Morocco, the entire glossy magazine world that is so dependent on the creative and imaginative input of metro-man and woman, that they could only view these angry voters as creatures from another planet. Neanderthals who must have been ‘mobilised’ by some malign force, rather than the bed rock, the corner stone, of French life, perfectly capable of forming their own view.
When the Conservative party were campaigning in the shires, David Cameron said nothing to the Birmingham widget makers, the Bristol nurses, the Welsh farmers, regarding his intention to change the definition of marriage. When the Lib-Dems agreed to shore up the Conservative share of the vote and allow them the keys to No 10, not a word was said about legislating to allow gay marriage. Once in power in the ‘big city’, free from the constraints of appealing to the ‘uneducated’ masses, the progressive agenda came tumbling out of the closet into the Cabinet.
The United Kingdom is not so united.
In the shires there are the ‘bigots’ as Nick Clegg was supposed to have referred to those who cling to quasi religious beliefs that marriage is between one man and one woman. A supremely political move. The ‘bigot’ word was contained in a pre-released draft of a forthcoming speech, thus appeasing the gay lobby, but then quietly removed, allowing Clegg to tell the nation that this was ‘not what he thought’ at all, at all, at all…
In metro-land, there are the ‘progressives’, a small sector of the general population who abhor the ‘semi-pagan’ beliefs of the man on the Clapham Omnibus. Once free of elections, it is they who pull the strings of our Politicians. It is in London that the fortunes are made that shore up party finances; it is in London that the elegant soirees are held where financiers and ship builders, Europhiles with their promise of lucrative futures in the EU, and those who would see a secular Britain hold sway.
The man in the shires wants a government that will organise a good education for his son, not send him to Timbuktu to slaughter Jihadists fleeing Libya. He wants a police force with time to ensure the streets are safe for his wife and daughter, not field hundreds of officers to fret over a footballer being called a ‘poofter’ by an enraged fan. He wants a local hospital that will care for his Mother compassionately, not starve her to death whilst concentrating resources on training midwives to look for signs of genital mutilation carried out 30 years ago on Somalian refugees.
If you ask the ordinary man in the shires whether it is important to chase Jihadists from one country to the next, he probably doesn’t have a view, beyond ‘please don’t use his son to do so’; if you ask him whether it is a good idea to call a footballer a poofter, he might agree that it is not in an ideal world, but could he have the ideal world first please? Enquire of his views on genital mutilation and he would tell you its barbaric, but let’s sort his Mother’s care out first.
Mention the Equality Act and he might even say that those who wish to engage in genital mutilation are as far removed from his life as those who wish to engage in homosexuality; let them get on with it but don’t mock his religious beliefs, and whilst you are about it, can his local landlord and all the customers please have a cigarette with their beer as they always did in the past. He might be tempted to ask whether Maria Miller has actually read her words back to herself:
It is not the role of government to tell people what to believe. However, the State does have a responsibility to treat people fairly.
‘Telling people what to believe’ is precisely what the government is doing. And negating its responsibility to treat people fairly.
I have an idea. Rather than seceding from the EU, why don’t we leave London in the EU, and secede from London?
Let London continue with its obsessive belief in progressive politics. Let it continue as a strange land more concerned with how and by whom a fox meets it’s death; its fixation on Somalian female genitalia; its desire to rewrite the bible as Adam and Adam, Eve and Eve; its fascination with bombing desert lands.
I really don’t have a problem with any of their beliefs, they are free to hold them – I do have a problem with them imposing their beliefs on the rest of the country.
The Shires could return to a collection of villages where the bank manager made a decision whether to lend you money based on his knowledge of you, not the diktat of head office based on their need for gambling funds to play the global casino; where the local hospital hired nurses based on their caring nature, not their ability to write an essay on treating transgendered patients sensitively; where policemen knew who the local villains were, not how to write a poem on diversity; where the midwife was more concerned with checking your babies heartbeat, not agonising over whether to report on the state of your clitoris; where marriage was a public statement of your intention to raise your children honorably, not a political tool to appease your financial backers.
‘Who are these people’ that rule over a farming nation that imports most of its food, a nation comprised of immigrants dating back to Viking days that requires lessons in integration; a nation that created more inventions, and more industry than any other, that now depends on the global gamblers known as financiers to survive; a nation that tamed a wild, inhospitable, wet and windy landscape to create verdant and productive farmland; that sent its children to the village school and saw them emerge sufficiently educated to train as engineers and doctors, that now requires a quota to allow them into the universities; that delivered healthy babies in one room hovels that now die neglected in high tech hospitals?
London is as far removed from Britain as Paris is from France – and I am more baffled by our political masters than they could ever be by us.
‘Who are these people’? ‘Where do they come from’? ‘Why are they doing this’? ‘Who is mobilising them’?
Indeed! Secession, it’s the only answer.
February 6, 2013 at 20:52
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As I just nicked a bit of your latest post for my blog Anna, here’s a bit
of my first post today in return.
I’ve just been looking at the unmentioned
(and possibly unmentionable but certainly unintended consequences) of last
night’s idiotic same sex marriage bill. And while proving what sad, pathetic,
creepy, unkewl,uber – conformist emotional cripples it’s supporters are, it
has some gobsmacking unintended consequences.
Did you know it is now legal
for a man to marry his biological brother or son? Or a woman to marry her
sister or daughter?
Advocates of “The love that dare not speak its name”,
(but now seems never to shut up)didn’t think that one through did
they.
Speaking purely for myself, I would much rather marry my sister or
daughter than my son or either of my brothers (although if I had my way I’d
sooner marry Helena Bonham Carter than anybody) but hey, if GBLT’s are legally
able to marry same sex close relatives I want equality and I want it NOW!
- February 7, 2013 at 07:02
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Yep, but they still can’t divorce for adultery – serves them right!
- February 8, 2013 at 11:12
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@ they still can’t divorce @
Presumably Chris Huhne will never remarry then….
- February 6, 2013 at 17:17
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South Tyneside’s two MPs voted in favour of the legalisation of gay
marriages.
Former foreign secretary David Miliband said his decision was
taken on the grounds of both “principle and pragmatism”.
And Jarrow’s
Stephen Hepburn revealed he had voted yes because he “believes in equality for
all”.
http://www.shieldsgazette.com/news/gay-couple-s-delight-over-marriage-bill-1-5385369
Conor
Marron from Hebburn and his partner James Lattimore launched their online
petition, Coalition for Equal Marriage, last year and it’s been supported by
almost 66,000 signatures,
- February 6, 2013 at 14:15
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If progressives were restricted just to London, Britain would be a far
healthier place.
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February 5, 2013 at 09:22
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I did my midder training and early experience in the fifties. In a filthy
northern industrial town that slew its men with chest complaints galore. Most
factories processed metals into wire or steel ingots or plates and beams. The
women gave birth in the backstreets and the hospital at some risk to
themselves, wherever they birthed. I do not recall seeing a dirty house.
Floorboards and maybe no curtains, but clean. The toilet out in the yard and
still many with no bathroom. We worked with 2 Polish doctors. Lots of Irish
girls and Irish doctors. A troop of Nigerians ladies came to us for a while.
Wives of doctors and lawyers apparently. They soon decamped to London, away
from the dirt, smoke and noisy metal workings and smelly tanneries. Immigrants
had to work then. Life was hard in the fifties, but I think most people were
more content then they seem to be now
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February 5, 2013 at 00:39
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”delivered healthy babies in one room hovels”. Hardly Anna, hardly. I
researched my own family history and was appalled at what I found. No, we were
not all highwaymen or other species of reprobate, but the maternal death rate
was appalling in the countryside. I found my great great grandmother had died
of the same genetic condition I discovered I had the day I unexpectedly went
into labour at 36 weeks – I benefited from a nice shiny hospital and an
ambulance service, she bled to death in her hovel.
- February 4, 2013 at 21:44
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I just don’t see why we need gay marriage, I thought civil partnership,
which I was in favour of, already gave equal rights? I am not at all
comfortable with redefining marriage as other than one man and one woman as it
will be only a matter of time before it end up in the European Court and
Churches will be forced to comply in the name of equality. I am not in the
least homophobic and have quite a few gay friends, none of whom is desperate
to ‘marry’ being quite happy with the current arrangement, I am also nor
religious at all. I have a gay grandson that I think the world of. I have been
a political ‘junkie’ since my university days but now, I just don’t care any
more, I have come to loathe the professional politicians and so called
Metropolitan ‘elites’ who want to force their views on everyone, regardless of
common sense. I no longer trust politicians, police, bankers or journalists,
very sad but my only concern now is for myself and my family. I think for the
first time ever I won’t even bother to vote next time, they are
interchangeable anyway.
- February 4, 2013 at 20:07
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As one shire borne and brought up with all the usual anti-homosexual
prejudices (I don’t think Lesbians had been invented then), non physical
exposure through a gay in-law and his associates has changed my outlook. I’ve
even attended a Civil Partnership, or whatever it’s called; all quite ordinary
people, not one the ‘Round the Horne’ stereotype as I’ve just been listening
to. Preferable to some crowds I’ve met, and good personal hygiene seems a
plus. Still don’t understand why people are as they are, but it seems
incurable, so we’d better learn to live with it.
So I find it hard to get
worked up about this gay marriage business, though I understand the attitudes
of us oldies, and clearly there are problems for the faiths.
Quite why we
going through this debate now is a puzzle, I suppose later in the parl’t term
would be even more toxic here.
I suppose there was nothing else the gov’t
could be busying itself with right now.
Perhaps we could blame the
LibDems?
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February 4, 2013 at 21:22
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As a nearing old cynic, I would say that Gay marriage and Huhne (dear
god, cant his family spell Hune, whats with the extra H) are all timed
nicely to detract from the up coming fiasco that will be the “bedroom tax”
and the “council tax support” changes meaning people will now be expected to
find at least 30% of the CT out of their benefits, as well as the
ludicrously low “increase” of .71p a week to JSA and the like, not to
mention the changes to DLA et. al. All coming together on the 1st april…
Sadly I don’t think the British population have got the get up and go
anymore for a “poll tax” style up yours to Government, I think they have
been beaten, sneered at, denigrated, divided and set against each other, and
put down for so long by the PPE class that they have given up… I personally
have calculated that due to having a 2 bedroom flat and there being zero
single bedroom accommodations that I will now be left with 1.75 a day to
live on instead of the 4 quid a day… oh how I will live large, assuming I
don’t give up and just die… which is becoming more appealing the more I
think about it; perhaps ala Tibetan monk style to prove a point.
- February 4, 2013 at 19:40
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I think the nearest we came to seeing a large chunk of the ordinary British
people expressing it’s opinion to the arrogant and dictatorial metropolitan
‘elite’ was during the Countryside Alliance protests a few years ago. The
unity and depth of feeling made plain did indicate the gulf between a
countryside that had just got on with it’s business and picked no fight with
Westminster, and a liberal ‘bien pensant’ minority that was, I think,
genuinely taken aback that other people might not see things the way they did,
and furthermore, might actually have more direct experience on which to base
it’s opinions. It came to light later that it did slowly dawn on Bliar and the
top echelons of the Labour party that what they thought was just a swipe at a
few chinless wonders in red coats was actually an assault on a finely balanced
and deeply ingrained way of life for a substantial number of people. One
incident that sticks in the mind is the reception given to Peter Hain on his
visiting the Miners’ Hunt in Nottinghamshire, and their vehement expression of
their anger at what was happening – Hain’s face was a real picture.
I’m not sure that Cameron’s gay marriage bill is as vindictive and
small-minded as the hunt ban, but it is certainly just as disconnected from
the ingrained way of life of many ordinary British people. How a supposedly
Conservative PM could waste parliamentary time with such a Bill in the current
economic climate is utterly beyond the understanding of most of us. It is a
misreading of the British people that may well cost Cameron the next election.
As to the other mainstream parties, they’re even worse.
Who represents the majority of the British people, these days?
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February 4, 2013 at 19:57
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UKIP
- February 4, 2013 at 21:04
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Yup, agreed. UKIP.
- February 4, 2013 at 21:15
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Nope, Ant and Dec.
- February 4, 2013 at 19:31
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Talking of Cabinets, Liberals, Europhiles, the ‘who are these people’
people that populate London… Who says ‘Justice delayed is justice denied’ I’m
delighted to see that one of the biggest ‘big beasts’ and a prime example of
peddlars of utter nonsense, Ex minister Chris Huhne finally comes unstuck…
What a shame! In honour of this momentous and happy day, here is a little
ditty wot I wrote…
Huhnatic – The Green Windbag by Frankie
Chris Huhne was a Liberal mug
Who caught the ‘Green Wind Power’
bug
The Plod caught him speeding
His wife did some bleating
Now he’ll
‘Play the Pink Oboe’ in ‘Jug’…
Chris Huhne was a Liberal dope
Green Power… Big Windmills… No
hope!
As his wife’s legal tricks
He’s unable to fix
Huhne’s been
forced to buy soap on a rope!
Chris Huhne’s been convicted at court
His glittering career set at
nought
No more ministerial Jags
He’ll take tea with ‘old lags’
And
his bum may be buggered for sport.
Chris Huhne will do ‘bird’ in ‘The Clink’
Still looks like his shit
doesn’t stink…
An arrogant oaf
If he’d just used his loaf…
His
career’s gone right over the brink!
- February 4, 2013 at 18:38
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Like Saul, I am going to be pedantic. There was a time, when people could
discriminate between the cities of Westminster and London, and indeed between
hard-working people within the M25 and bien-pensant drones that infest the
university towns across the UK. I see as much nonsense being spouted from
Bristol, Liverpool, and Sussex as I do from Greater London.
As to the question “Who are these people?” who wish to legislate the
minutiae that hardly anybody cares about. Look to the Camoron, Milliband,
Clegg, Blair, Harman, Cooper-very few of them from London, all arrived with a
nannying agenda. If I were asked what was the common denominator of the
metrosexual, right-on viewpoints in France, Britain, USA and most western
democracies it would be education at an university arts faculty since the
“student riots” of the 1970′s and lets not be too coy, well immersed in
marxist teachings.
- February 4, 2013 at 22:53
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It would be nice if some of them actually knew any Marx.
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February 5, 2013 at 06:44
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You jest.
- February 4, 2013 at 18:24
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Hmm. Not all of us inside the M25 are bad guys or even metrosexuals. You
won’t find many “liberals” in or around the City. I understand the general
sentiments Anna, but the post’s a teeny bit broad brush you know.
- February 4, 2013 at 17:55
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While being nervous of giving the state a monopoly on anything, perhaps we
need to separate out the legal aspect of marriage from the religious. Strip
the church of the right to conduct legal marriages, require any two people,
regardless of gender, who wish to have the legal benefits and responsibilities
that come with what is currently called marriage to have a civil ceremony.
Then they can go and have any religious ceremony they want, with the agreement
of someone prepared to conduct that ceremony.
- February 4, 2013 at 17:49
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The government also has a philanthropic side to it and has recently been
most disappointed that none of its far-flung rural counties has accepted its
largesse!
Cumbria County Council has very irresponsibly declined the
opportunity – recently offered by Westminster – to receive money in exchange
for permanent deep storage of the nation’s high level nuclear waste.
There
is however a simple solution! Would it not be more equable to divide this
waste amongst the towns and cities of Britain in proportion to their energy
usage for permanent storage within their own boundaries?
Our ever caring
government could set an example here by diverting the Cross Rail tunnelling
machine below the Palace of Westminster to create yet another chamber and
could re-employ redundant military staff to the role of Beefeaters to guard
their 20% of this treasure!
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February 4, 2013 at 20:02
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No need even to dig any more – there’s plenty of disused underground
tunnels all over the capital, so fill them with the nuclear waste first –
after all, the government department based there tells us it’s comnpletely
safe, so they’ve nothing to worry about.
- February 4, 2013 at 17:09
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I’ve long held that many problems begin with the rather eccentric world
view coming from a relatively small metropolitan grouping.
Only one answer presents itself; Quarantine at the M25, then nuke Islington
at the height of the cocktail party season.
- February 4, 2013 at 15:01
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Your final question: ‘Who is mobilising them’? is actually rather
interesting.
- February 4, 2013 at 14:55
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That was a WOW factor epistle Anna. If there were to be re-education
courses, then my vote would put you and Stanislav The Polish Plumber in top
jobs.
- February 4, 2013 at 13:09
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I’ll happily agree Westminster Village is becoming ridiculously
nannyish/authoritatian, and substantial sections of this place could shipped
up the Seine, or scuppered somewhere nice and deep, but it seems there’s a
fair bit of baby/bathwater going on here. Most of London couldn’t give a
monkey what the shires get up to, and certainly wouldn’t presume to lecture
them, as far as I can see.
“It sucks the wealth out of the rest of the country” – really? Can’t
picture Quentin and Tarquin doing the old stand and deliver oop north during
their Gap Yah, do explain!
- February 4, 2013 at 18:11
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“It sucks the wealth out of the rest of the country”
A simple example: I know a talented young producer of Youtube videos.
Through the power of the intenet his fame spread and his efforts received
millions of hits. Then he was asked to do it commercially, a chance to make
a living from his hobby. Despite the fact that a Youtube video can be made
virtually anywhere his work offer was conditional on moving to London.
Repeat that situation many, many times over.
London exists in a positive feedback cycle. Wages are higher in London
than elsewhere; people move there to get the wage; more people increases the
price of rents; increased living costs drive up wages; increased wages draw
people to commute from further afield in a bid to gain the wage and miss the
costs; and so on. Head offices ‘have’ to locate in London. Anyone wanting
promotion has to move to head office, and so on.
There is nothing to encourage wealth to move out of London except for the
retiree that sells up their mews garage to buy half of Caithness. Anyone in
work is reluctant to move out because most of their capital is in property.
Stay in London and continue to watch the value rocket; move out and watch
your property value stagnate or even decline.
Is that enough ‘suck’ for you?
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February 4, 2013 at 19:59
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And imagine how much faster it will suck with HS2 travelling one way at
200mph.
- February 5, 2013 at 13:27
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Seriously? Having to go to the big city to seek your fortune is a new
thing? I thought this cropped up as soon as we got out of subsistence
farming.
No, I appreciate the problem you’re referring to, but it’s along the
lines of water being wet and running downhill. Big dense urban centres
will always have an attraction to business looking for economies of scale.
Most likely, most businesses will work out this whole internet thing soon
and become much more flexible towards people like your producer, and it’ll
get a lot easier.
I’m far more worried by the horrible, micro-managing, disconnected,
central planning bullshit that underlies most of the problems in Anna’s
post. Push tax ‘n’ spend controlout to the shires, so they can find ways
to compete with London. That’ll help with your suckage. Stop jumping into
kneejerk policies, bansturbation and re-structures that piss people of but
make sod-all real difference.
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February 4, 2013 at 12:59
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I like to think that I am generally more articulate than this, but:
Wow.
That’s all!
- February 4, 2013 at 12:19
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I have been propounding UDI for Wessex for some years. We can feed
ourselves, we have many sources of local energy. And we have lots of guns.
Tractors and burning tyres along the A36. Sod off, metrosexuals.
- February 4, 2013 at 12:18
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This is why I am against the proposed High Speed Train project. It is just
to facilitate easier access to London.
I note that the designers of this vast money draining project seem to think
that “The North” ends at Manchester, and the North East doesn’t exist.
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February 4, 2013 at 12:31
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They have no answer for the alternative plan of starting it in Leeds and
Manchester, building it southwards. Funny that.
- February 4, 2013 at 12:33
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Maybe the beeb moving to Manchester has something to do with it.
- February 4, 2013 at 12:43
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Sorry to be pedantic, but the BBC moved to Salford, a city in its own
right.
- February 4, 2013 at 11:52
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I think I must have said the same thirty years ago! Block off all of the
London-side connections to the M25 and chuck London out of the UK!
It is ‘London’ that is the cause of the desire for Scottish or Welsh
independence. It sucks the wealth out of the rest of the country without a
care.
A classic example of the London-centric view was the way the M1-M45-M6 were
originally laid out, one could drive to and from London freely in all
directions but trying to go from one ‘spur’ to another involved backtracking
on various A-roads.
I heard it explained once that London’s success was just ‘of its time’, if
gold was discovered in Yorkshire wealth would be transferred there. Total
nonsense of course. Workers would be shipped in from Brazil or South Africa
and the money out via London!
Another instance that comes to mind: There was no need for a gas grid when
gas was imported via Canvey Island, once it was being landed in Scotland
suddenly we needed a spine connection to London. Ditto with electricity: The
1960 saw several large power stations built in the East Midlands/South
Yorkshire. Traditional economics would say that ‘the time had come’ for that
region with ‘cheap’ electrical power, except that magically it arrived in
London at a lower price than locally! Probably using the same magic that made
the air fare to the USA more expensive from Prestwick than Heathrow, even
though it was the same aircraft making the trip and Prestwick was on the
way.
…everybody sings, “..and that’s why I love London Town!”.
- February 4, 2013 at 10:59
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Well done.
Hits the nail squarely on the head.
Bye the way Chris Huhne has just pleaded guilty to perverting the course of
Justice.
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February 4, 2013 at 11:08
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Let’s hope he ends up sharing a cell with a large bi-sexual bloke who
really, really hates windmills.
- February 4, 2013 at 19:59
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Mafia Don, Quixote…..
- February 4, 2013 at 20:02
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And his sidekick Sancho Pansy…
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February 5, 2013 at 00:30
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Huhne as bee-atch to the Mister Big of ‘D’-wing. What a thought.
- February 4, 2013 at 10:58
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To echo GKC, “They are the people of France/England, seizing a rare chance
to speak.”
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February 4, 2013 at 10:24
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Wow! Splendid rant, Anna, thank you.
And Brentfordian is right – the enemy you have so precisely delineated is
the Political Class.
It is too big, too rich, and too powerful, and needs cutting down to
size.
- February 4, 2013 at 10:18
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Never thought of this before, brilliant idea, the border is already there
in the form of the M25, those inside can live in their pushy dog eat dog ill
mannered uncouth secular version of hades, and the rest of us can live our
lives in an old fashioned honourable well mannerer hard working self
sufficient luddite fashion.
where do i sign?
- February 4, 2013 at 15:41
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You have a point about the M25, many years ago I heard that it was also
intended as a military road to protect London, something I took with a pinch
of salt until one day I saw armed Ghurkas lying in long grass near the top
of Reigate Hill, close to Junction 8.
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February 4, 2013 at 10:12
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“Who are these people?”
They’re a political class, they breed ‘em: Benn begets Benn, Kinnock begets
Kinnock … ad nauseum.
Incidentally, not too sure about your “nation comprised of immigrants
dating back to Viking days that requires lessons in integration”. The Vikings
swept in putting the natives to the sword – I dunno, but I’m not sure that’s
‘immigration’ or ‘integration’. Lesssons to learn? Beware of immigrants
bearing swords.
- February 4, 2013 at 10:53
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Spot on! There’s nothing new in political dynasties, of course, but
Westminster is starting to look like Versailles under Louis XV; an inbred
minority living an insular life in luxury funded by regal largesse (or
Parliamentary expenses) while exerting arbitrary authority at will over
their servants and rural tenants.
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February 4, 2013 at 11:22
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Correct
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February 4, 2013 at 21:55
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…and if I remember correctly, the French addressed the problem with
things with a very pointy end, and Dr Guillotin’s little invention.
History repeating itself, anyone?
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February 4, 2013 at 10:02
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What a wonderful idea…
- February 4, 2013 at 12:30
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Here, here.
Wonderful piece of writing
- February 4, 2013 at 09:51
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Rather like the insidious smoking ban and other ‘cultural harmonisations’,
the current gay marriage issue is just another silent Euro-message which all
members are expected to accommodate. Whether you support it por not, it should
be opposed because of whence it came.
Love the idea of cutting loose from London and leaving it in the EU – they
deserve each other.
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