LONDON LETTER MAY 20 2012
I returned to a grey London,
cold in the morning, the apartment block encased in scaffolding, with green
cladding wrapped around it as if the block was in a plaster cast; all very
depressing.
What with the so called Jubilee celebrations for the woman who has achieved the remarkable triumph of staying alive and the looming Olympic fest the government is clearly delivering on the circus front, it’s the provision of bread that is lacking.
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A momentous week
internationally with the Greek people being scapegoated for a capitalism system
that appears to be imploding. Now I am not an economist[1]
but even I can see the madness of trying to produce economic growth through
austerity. As the Greek economy lies prostrate the German Chancellor demanding
ever greater austerity reminds me of the 18th century ‘physicians’ hurrying
to further bleed the dying patient.
These are as I say
momentous days, the equivalent of those periods in history like the 1929 Stock
Market Crash. Of course what people actually living through such events are
pre-occupied with is trying to sort out the garden, preparing for a funeral or wedding,
searching for mislaid keys or bank statements, history like life taking place
when you are busy doing other things.
I watched Ed Miliband at
PMQ’s[2]
on Wednesday. Much to the considerable chagrin of the overwhelming bulk of the
lobby he refuses to stick to the script that they have so generously printed
out for him, he was to be the damp squib, not so much the nearly man as the
never was, Duncan Smith number two. The Sun already had the headlines ready,
Head in The Sand Miliband, The Whining Looser, Bye Bye Ed The Red, you get the
drift. Only this week he is out polling Cameron on personal ratings, The Labour
Party already considerably ahead in the polls, following the local election
triumphs. As I say all of this was not supposed to happen and has fed through
into his growing confidence at PMQ’s. My only anxiety is that he lacks the
killer instinct; this week he had Cameron on the ropes, as Cameron stood
bespattered with the debris from Leveson and the incompetence of his
administration, Miliband failed to deliver the killer blow. He seemed more content
to remain amused by his own jokes and by House of Commons standards they were
good jokes[3],
but if the roles were reversed Cameron would have not hesitated to go for the
jugular. Politics is a ruthless business and Ed needs not only to develop a
good verbal left hook but the savagery to use it.
What with the so called Jubilee celebrations for the woman who has achieved the remarkable triumph of staying alive and the looming Olympic fest the government is clearly delivering on the circus front, it’s the provision of bread that is lacking.
[1] And what an over inflated
and self important set of individuals these are. I often mocked Sociology for
its ‘scientific’ pretensions but never before did economics so deserve the
prefix voodoo.
[2] Prime Ministers Questions.
[3] I thought the suggestion
that Cameron consider anger management particularly apt, as the latter
constantly looses it at PMQ’s.