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Nov 14. The biggest shock about yesterday’s horrific massacre in Paris, which left more than one hundred dead, is that people are describing it as a shock. It was no shock. It was on the cards. Earlier this year Islamic State terrorists killed 17 people in the French capital. In June a man was beheaded in Lyon. In August five were injured on a train travelling to Paris from Amsterdam. Eleven months ago, there were attacks in Tours and Dijon; before that Toulouse and Montauban. It isn’t just France either. In September a cop was stabbed in Berlin, in February a gunman killed two in Copenhagen. In June, more than sixty were killed across three continents in one day, including sunbathing holidaymakers on Sousse beach. From London to Sydney, from Amsterdam to New York, the “Allahu Akbar!” boys have left a trail of blood for years. Yet who talks about the 2004 Jihadist bomb attack in Madrid that killed 191 now?
For the next days, we’ll hear a lot of talk about “crushing” Islamic State from Western politicians but experience suggests they’ll end up as respectable as the IRA somewhere down the line. Our shameful history of surrendering to terror must be a great source of strength to them. Meanwhile the West has no clear strategy for defeating IS. The Turks are bombing the Kurds, the Saudis are gunning for the Houthis. Some are calling for NATO to send ground troops into Syria, but might it not be more sensible to form a coalition with Russia? We fought with Stalin in the 194os after all, and the alternative – lining up against Putin and his Arab allies – looks like a recipe for World War III. If the price tag for a united front is leaving Assad in power, so be it.
The West has helped create this mess with our disastrous meddling in the Middle East, up to and including arming IS – we now know the CIA transferred Libyan arms to the Syrian rebels after Gadaffi fell. Meanwhile our political class with their commitment to mass immigration, open borders, ‘free movement’/Schengen and classifying economic migrants as ‘refugees’, have let millions who despise our values into the Europe Union and as a consequence into the UK. According to the Greek Government, one of the Paris terrorists entered Europe via Leros last month by posing as a Syrian refugee. Our borders are now only as secure as the most porous island on the Med. Thanks Chancellor Merkel.
Even now the media seem more concerned with not offending Muslims than actually drawing logical conclusions. Of course most Muslim people are not violent, but a large number of them are fundamentally hostile to our pluralism, our permissiveness and our belief in freedom of speech. Rather than defend those core values, many on the Left have shamefully embraced clerical fascists and used words like “racism” and “offence” to stifle debate and curb the freedoms previous generations fought for. ‘Radical’ – actually reactionary – Islamists have been allowed to flourish in communities kept separate from the mainstream by multiculturalism (that’s the destructive ideology, rather than the natural process). Even if only one percent of Sunni Muslims sympathise with IS, and I suspect the number is higher, that’s 10,000 people for every million people. And just as a small cog can move a larger one, so the militant one percent will infect thousands more…
So what next? Well first our useless politicians will use the Paris bloodbath to rack up state surveillance while the me-me-me brigade content themselves with posting nice pictures of the Eifel Tower CND sign on Facebook and Twitter. It must make them feel so good about themselves. You might think it would make more sense for Britain to withdraw from the EU, seal our borders and launch a high-profile voluntary repatriation scheme for those who find themselves violently at odds with Western culture. You might also feel like supporting any politician who vowed to close down dodgy mosques, deport ‘radical’ demagogues and keep our people safe. That’s between you and the ballot box. In the meantime, you might consider investing in a few Angels of Death Metal CDs and t-shirts, direct from the band’s website where possible. If I could afford a bomb shelter I’d buy one of those as well because sadly I suspect we’ll wait a long time for a statesman with the long-term vision to bring lasting peace to this godforsaken region. It’s certainly not Obama; Hollande is no Bonaparte and Cameron no Churchill.
*Are Islamic State really a perversion of Islam? The Ottoman Empire managed to slaughter an estimated one million Armenians, Yazidis, and other assorted Christians a century ago. Only the wrapping paper has changed.
Nov 7. My latest new music podcast is up and running at Litopia, with studio guests Nick Welsh and Garry Johnson, plus terrific tracks from Stellify, All The Kings Men, Millie Manders, the Senton Bombs, The Crabs, 7er Jungs, King Hammond, Narrow Plains, Lion’s Law, Vita & The Visions, the Cockney Rejects, Thurst, Panic State, Jack The Lad, and Danie Cox of the Featherz LIVE. Hear it here.
Note to those largely middle class Million Mask demonstrators: you say you believe in working class revolution, but when you aim fireworks and lasers at police horses, when you spray-paint obscenities on war memorials and attack harmless small shops selling cereals do you think that inspires working class people to revolt or simply revolts them? As old Vlad noted years ago such counter-productive activities carried out by small extremist cults are an infantile disorder.
Nov 6. Jack Osbourne took Dad Ozzy back to San Antonio in Texas yesterday so Oz could apologise for urinating at the Alamo. The notorious incident happened thirty-three years ago during a sozzled photo session for Melody Maker. Ozzy told me at the time that he’d drunk a bottle and a half of Cognac beforehand and had decided the best look for the outing was women’s culottes, knee-high socks and a straw Stetson. The photographer started snapping way and before long Oz needed a piss. “I spotted an old brick wall and thought that’ll do,” he said. He hadn’t meant to insult the memory of those brave Texans who’d fought and died for independence, he said. He didn’t even know where he was. And I believe Oz’s version of events absolutely – largely because he had a long history of reckless urination which had been the ruination of many a good night. He’d taken a leak in a German restaurant… but not in the gents. He’d piddled in Tony Iommi’s girlfriend’s handbag, in his keyboard player’s pocket and in Don Arden’s sink. His ambition, he once told me, was to stand atop Egypt’s central pyramid and piss all over it. I’d also been with him when, exceedingly blotto, he’d attempted to take a dump in an ashtray in a hotel lobby and was promptly barred. Horrible yes, but he was drunker than Ollie Reed on bender. The Alamo incident happened on the same tour where he’d bitten the head off that bat, prompting young American crazies to bring an abattoir’s worth of dead critters to the shows including a skinned 18inch Louisiana bullfrog. Someone threw a dildo on stage with a live bullet in the head with the message ‘Bite the head off of that’. No wonder he drank! It was mental. I was in Providence when some nutcase lobbed a cherry bomb into the wings knocking Sharon out… and if you want to read more of this kind of stuff there are two huge chapters on Ozzy in my book Riff-Raff Rebels & Rock Gods.
October 28. I’m devastated to hear that Tony Van Frater of the Cockney Rejects died earlier this morning after suffering a massive heart attack. He was 51. Tony started out in Red Alert as a teenager in Sunderland, and played with the Angelic Upstarts among a host of others, including my band. As well as being a brilliant guitarist, he was a wonderful human being, always upbeat and funny. He’ll be missed. My condolences to his family. R.I.P. mate.
This blog is still on a break, but I will have two new podcasts online shortly – a relaxed chat with Hugh Cornwell, formerly of the Stranglers, and my latest The Hungry & The Hunted new music show.
What a cracking turn-out for Alexander Blackman yesterday. More than 1,000 people, largely former Royal Marines, demonstrated in support of the former colour sergeant, jailed for shooting a dying enemy insurgent in Helmand Province. One old soldier’s placard read: ‘If killing the enemy is ‘murder’ you should arrest me too’. But Afghanistan was different; it was a politicians’ war, ill-conceived, not thought through and meant to be fought by Allied troops with one hand tied behind their backs. Betrayed by the authorities, Sgt Blackman is serving eight years without parole for the shooting. Those responsible for the disastrous Afghan and Iraq campaigns are still at large.
Germaine Greer is the latest victim of “leftwing” intolerance. Students at Cardiff University are trying to ban the leading feminist from their campus because she disagrees with the PC take on transgender people. ‘No platform for fascists’ has become ‘No platform for anyone we disagree with’. Having a different opinion on something is now thought-crime. “Hate crime”, they shriek. The only victim of this hysteria is free speech.
I recently found myself accused of “transphobia” for suggesting that a man on a TV documentary who had married a trans woman in possession of full male equipment might conceivably be slightly gay (not that there’s anything wrong with that – Seinfeld). Views to the contrary are not helped by the opinion of one of the trans folk featured who said: “If you go to bed with a woman with a penis, you want that woman to use her penis”, which I’d suggest sound less than straight to most people. But I wish no-one undergoing such drastic reallignment ill-will and fully accept that the rest of us might be off trend. I’ll ask the barmaid in my sleepy local, the Cock & Frock tomorrow. Lovely woman, Georgie. Bit of a stubble issue though... I should own up now to other views that would probably get me barred from Cardiff University: I think we should vote no to the EU, that ‘English votes for English laws’ is a terrible fudge and no substitute for an English Parliament, and that we should cherish bacon sandwiches and abolish the World Health Organisation. I’m also a keen advocate of border controls, the more stringent the better and resent the millions spent on bilingual road signs in Wales when Welsh is spoken exclusively by less than .1% of the population there (see also half-Gaelic ones in the Highlands). Pisho bant. I’m a lost cause.
To kick some fun into National Poetry Day, here's my chat with the fabulous and funny Salena Godden, featuring her poems A Letter To An Air Stewardess Found In The Back of Seat 67, her first recorded performance of My Tits Are More Feminist Than Your Tits and an extract from her autobiography, Springfield Road.
Who should replace Sepp Blatter, Jerome Valcke and Michel Platini? Maybe FIFA should nick Simon Cowell's six chair challenge to whittle down the candidates. They'd find plenty of suitable contenders if they held auditions in the Scrubs.
Sept 30. I'm closing this blog for a month or so, while I finish volume two of my Riff-Raff, Rebels & Rock Gods, lovingly devoted to my years on Sounds. In the meantime my latest podcast will be posted on the Litopia site on Sunday, with three very different female singers – Dominique Oliver (ex-Shotgun House), Danie Cox (the Featherz) and Slovenian singing sensation Kristina Oberzan talking about women and rock here https://litopia.com/women-who-rock/ with great tracks from the Blues Pills, Pauline Black and her indoors, Leah McCaffrey.
Sept 29. I just lost an hour of my life I'll never get back watching Jeremy Corbyn's rambling speech at the Labour Party Conference. Boring, pious, sanctimonious... what do Labour activists see in this second-rate, lentil-sucking dullard? For all his promise of straight-talking Corbyn was remarkably quiet about issues millions of voters care about, such as immigration and the EU; issues that saw UKIP breathing down their necks right across their blue collar heartland. He claimed he has "a mandate to scrap Trident" (not from the electorate, he hasn't) and that the missile programme eats up a quarter of our Defence budget (it's actually closer to one twentieth). Naturally he didn't explain how he'd protect the 40,000 jobs that would cost. Jezza poked fun at the idea that he'd ever welcomed the thought of an asteroid wiping out humanity – even though the early day motion he signed to that effect in May 2004 can be readily found in Hansard. Crucially Labour's new leader failed to explain how his government would tackle Britain's £90billion annual deficit, or our £1.6trillion of debt. His Shadow Chancellor hasn't made it very clear either. To spend more he has to tax more and/or borrow more... which will slow growth... which in turn will hurt working people.
Underlying the Corbynistas whole case is the idea that enterprise is inherently evil – free markets "imprison people in a permanent state of need," according to JC; although the old state-controlled economies of Eastern Europe were far better both at imprisoning people and leaving them needy. You don't have to be an Osborne fan to realise that this is cobblers on a gigantic Buster Gonad scale. Free trade leads to higher incomes and higher productivity. That's a fact. But facts can't trump faith, and for the Conference faithful Corbyn is preaching an old school religion, albeit a tried and failed one. Like the Shoreditch protestors many Labour activists seem to genuinely believe that property is theft, business is bad, success is hateful. Those Class War activists in E1 couldn't reach triple figures at the ballot box. Will Jezza have the same effect for Labour? He's already recorded a negative rating in his first Ipso Mori poll. We need an Opposition people can take seriously. The Blairites were smarter; they made themselves electable.
PS. The best thing about Jezza today was his exit music, Chairmen Of The Board's 'Working On A Building Of Love' last used in a Tesco TV ad. (Sell-out!) Maybe the Tories should play the Beatles' 'Taxman' or Jimi's 'Tax Free'...
Lisa McKenzie made Page 5 of today's Times. Can Page 3 of the Star be far behind for the shapely anarchist activist? Lisa, 38DD, from Notts says: "One war, Class War... "
LSE academic Lisa is getting a lot of stick for her involvement in the Shoreditch disturbances at the weekend, but this piece she wrote in the Guardian recently explaining how the refugee crisis will hit working class areas hardest is worth a read.
Sept 28. Why riot about £4.40 bowls of cereal in Shoreditch when they charge over a fiver for a pint of draft beer around the corner? Strange priorities.
Sept 24. The Pope briefed the US Congress on climate change today and afterwards Obama briefed his Holiness on the state of the Kardashians' marriages. Is Pope Francis qualified to have an opinion on climate change? His supporters say that he has a master's degree in chemistry and his vigorous scientific training allows him to see the cast-iron reality of global warming... along with reincarnation, walking on water and the existence of angels. In fact, the Pope doesn't have a master's degree – he has the Argentine equivalent of A level chemistry – and the world hasn't got any warmer for seventeen years.
It's absolutely getting colder. Today, Number 10's dead pig's head was wearing a balaclava.
Sept 22. Autumn leaves are falling and so is confidence in George Osborne. Can you credit this bloke? Why exactly should we be happy for the Chinese to have a stake in two new English nuclear power stations, George? GCHQ are constantly on guard against hacking sponsored by the Chinese state, yet now apparently they're our best buddies and we can trust them absolutely not to hide anything nasty in with the plutonium, honest guv.
To prove how much we love Beijing, Cameron has done the dirty on Tibet and Geo is giving them more than £1million in grants for the essential business of digitally archiving Qing dynasty poetry. Well, it's good to see our tax money well-spent.
So now state-owned Chinese companies are building our nuclear power stations, while German, French and Spanish businesses run the rest of our power supply. It's quite surprising how many big British brands are in the hands of overseas firms. The Chinese own House of Fraser, Sarson's is Japanese and Newcastle Brown Ale is now Dutch. Cadbury's, Boots, HP sauce, Tetley teabags, Branston pickle, Jaguar cars, Beefeater gin... they're all owned by foreigners, along with Heathrow airport and Harrod's. The Yanks run our foreign policy, while Brussels decides our laws, regulates our businesses and tells us who we can let into the country. Does it matter? Of course it does. Little by little our freedoms, democracy, culture and identity are being eroded. All ironically under the supervision of politicians who claim to conserve...
*Osborne always used to say you can't borrow your way out of a debt crisis. That was in opposition of course. In power, that's exactly what he's done for the last five years, adding to our debt repayments and pushing the deadline for balancing the books back further and further. Austerity? He's a debt junkie.
*The Nigerians don't appear to own any big British brands, but I've just had an email from a bloke in Lagos who says his company will buy mine for £5million. All I have to do is send him my bank account details, my PIN number and my mother's maiden name...
Sept 21. Jeremy Corbyn is finally off the front pages, all thanks to the Cameron pig's head allegations in Lord Ashcroft's new book. It seems that Charlie Brooker's Black Mirror TV fantasy might actually have been a documentary. The PM is alleged to have stuck his wiener into the skull of a decapitated porker as part of a university society initiation. Pig jokes are everywhere, some hilarious –my friends in the Hog's Head were tickled pink. But so far Number 10's response has been muted. You might even say ham-fisted. It's really got Cameron's goat. But that's another story.
Sept 21. My latest Hungry & Hunted podcast is up now with studio guests The Graveltones – the most exciting blues rock band in the country – and 17-year-old singer songwriter Harry St Jimmy Adams. Also playing: tasty tracks from the Featherz, Steve Diggle, Dublin's Hooligan, the Chords UK, Vardis, Victory, The Son, the Dogtown Rebels, The Old Firm Casuals, Paranoid Visions, the Ska Vengers, Shandy, The Boys, Zoo Escape, and Sunday Night Syndrome. You can hear it here.
Sept 19. R.I.P. Brian Sewell, the plumy voiced art critic was a rare independent voice always prepared to speak out against the modern art racket with wit and insight. Fearless and knowledgeable, Sewell described Damien Hirst as "a fairground barker, whipping us to wonder at his freaks" and the Turner Prize as an "annual farce". He didn't stop there. Here he is on Warhol – "Few able men had more destructive influence on art" and on Picasso's later work – "some of the saddest, most degraded, most humiliating, repetitive, tedious, uninspired, obsessive and crudely painted banalities that have ever masqueraded as art". LS Lowry was "tedious, repetitive, lacklustre and stereotypical". Of Gilbert and George he wrote of "the sheer vanity of this Tweedle-Dum and Dee", which "must repel even those who want to like their work, or at least admire their ingenuity". He correctly saw the Arts Council as "an incestuous clique, politically correct in every endeavour, the instrument of the unscrupulous and self-seeking, rewarding the briefly fashionable and incompetent". Sewell was right more times than he was wrong, and even when he was wrong his writing was always a joy.
Sept 18. Question Time allowed John McDonnell to get away with his ridiculous, unconvincing excuse for brown-nosing the IRA. Dimbleby let the Shadow Chancellor give his little scripted speech and then he moved on. It was clearly pre-arranged. Anyone would think there was some kind of institutional bias at work. Do you think they'd have let Farage off the hook so easily? There's more chance that Jezza let Diane Abbott go on top.
Sept 17. My chat with Steve Diggle is now up and running here. Mancunian Steve is best known as the guitarist and occasional vocalist with the Buzzcocks, the seminal punk band who infiltrated the charts with brilliant, infectious songs such as 'Ever Fallen In Love (With Someone You Shouldn't)', 'Promises' and his own 'Harmony In My Head' back at a time when punk really did want to subvert mainstream music. Now clean, former Mod Steve speaks with devastating honesty about his experiences with hard drugs from speed and acid to heroin and crack.
When I was 17, I was more left-wing than Corbyn is now. On one occasion, at my great uncle Bern's works dinner and dance down at the power station in Greenwich, I refused to stand for the National Anthem. He slapped me round the face. Bern was a crane driver, and a D Day veteran. I was sincere in my dislike of the Royal Family but my uncle had taken my little protest as both a personal snub and an affront to his fellow workers. Sometimes it's not about you. When the leader of the Labour Party attends something as important as the 75th anniversary of the Battle of Britain he goes as a representative of something bigger than himself, he is there on behalf of millions of Labour voters. He might not believe in God or the monarchy but all most viewers will have seen was a man refusing to fully take part in a ceremony to honour the fallen and our veterans. A dumb move.
Lenin was more astute. One veteran Bolshevik complained when his leader appointed him as an ambassador. "But comrade," he protested. "I may have to wear a top hat." Vlad replied: "If necessary, comrade, you'll wear two top hats." (And by the way, as a former Trotskyist myself, I know that the people around Corbyn believe in supporting the Labour Party "like a rope supports a hanging man").
John McConnell says he'd help British manufacturers by slashing the £93billion that currently goes on "subsidies to corporations" – even though much of those subsidies help keep manufacturers afloat. He also says he'll renationalise industries without compensation. Hard to think of any policy less likely to discourage foreign investors, or to dissuade the current owners from bothering about little things like upkeep and modernisation.
So Elton John didn't have a phone conversation with Putin about gay rights in Russia after all. I assumed it was Alexander the meerkat who was behind the prank call but no, two Russian jokers set the old dear up with one of them posing as the Russian President. When he heard about this the real Putin said, "You're kidding, Elton John is gay?!?"
Sept 16. Facebook is to add a "dislike" button. Why stop there? Have you read the tripe people post on Facebook? They also need to give us the so-what shrug, the bored yawn and the exasperated eye-roll.
Sept 15. A vegan to oversee British livestock farming, ocean-going hypocrite Diane Abbott as shadow international development minister, a shadow education secretary who the new Leader of the Opposition has never even met and a shadow defence minister, found after a desperate flurry of late night phone calls, with no qualifications for the job whatsoever... Jezza hasn't exactly set the bar high, has he? But his Shadow Chancellor, terrorist fan-boy John McDonnell remains the most worrying nutter in Comrade Corbyn's clown court. McDonnell wants to scrap the Bank of England's independence, print money and persecute and/or axe the Square Mile. One question: if you get shot of the City who exactly is going to raise the capital for all of that manufacturing industry the Corbynistas say they want to regenerate?
Sept 14. Birmingham, La Mon, Omagh, Woolwich, Harrods, South Quay... just some of the places bombed by the IRA causing multiple civilian deaths. Now we have a Shadow Chancellor who believes we should "honour" their "bravery". Good luck selling that one on the knocker, comrades.
Sept 13. "Red and buried" is the Mail On Sunday's take on Labour's new leader Jeremy Corbyn. Of course the Tory press are bound to think like that, but it's a sentiment many of Labour's Shadow Cabinet clearly share as they resign in horror. The Labour Party now has a leader who calls Hamas and Hezbollah "friends" and describes bin Laden's death as a "tragedy"; worse it has a leader who thinks he can beat austerity by printing money and taxing middle class earnings. No wonder Corbyn has the support of fewer than 20 elected MPs. Incredibly this lazy rehash of certainties that were dated in the 1980s has been sold as "a new kind of politics". An influx of 177,144 new members has brought about the near-certain death of Labour as a serious party of government. This ragbag alliance, ranging from Tory mischief-makers to Russell Brand fans via a few befuddled nitwits who thought "hard-left entryism" was something out of Fifty Shades, have knocked the political order out of kilter. As John Prescott's speechwriter once observed, the tectonic plates appear to be moving. Corbyn's election will almost certainly benefit UKIP and encourage Tory rebels. It might even breathe new life into the Lib Dems, although still no-one speaks for England. But what if, as I mentioned last month, Osborne's phony boom unravels and we find ourselves with the geography teacher at Number 10, taking tea with ISIS?
Prime Minister Corbyn would pull us out of NATO, scrap Trident, and downgrade the armed forces. He'd sell the Falkland Islanders and Ulster unionists down the river; and then he'd roll up his sleeves and get started on his economic "reforms". Like nationalising our energy suppliers. I wonder if he's thought that one through. To do it, he'd have to buy all of the shares in British Gas, Scottish Power, SSE, RWE, EDF and EON, on top of the National Grid. That would set the country back a staggering £185billion – too much dosh even for the Bank Of England to print – but it wouldn't cut prices for consumers and certainly wouldn't lead to better services. Re-nationalising the railways would cost another packet. Dozy pseudo-Marxists believe these fortunes can be easily found by taxing the super-rich and multinationals; in reality they'd just move, because being properly minted or a multinational means you have no loyalty to the nation state...
Most Corbynistas believe that anyone with a few bob must be a crook. They don't understand entrepreneurs or commerce and would bring in red-tape and sky high taxes to squeeze them "till the pips squeak" (as Denis Healey once advocated). "Fuck the rich" indeed. But the world has moved on from the 1930s, it's not all fat-cat capitalists versus down-trodden proles any more. The economy is far too complicated and huge to be run by bureaucrats, politicians and functionaries. One of Tony 'Blue Labour' Blair's great achievements was to allay the fears of business by embracing markets and competition (although like Cameron, Blair was wrong not to move hard against corrupt crony capitalism). New Labour knew aspiration wasn't a dirty word. Most ordinary people want their kids to have a better life than they had. They also want justice, national security and border controls. Corbyn and his comrades don't represent the views of working class Labour voters, how on earth are they going to win over the rest of the country? All they can offer is a new dark age.
Sept 12. Last night's Heritage of Ska event was inevitably dedicated to the life of the late Rico Rodriguez, although we also celebrated the continued existence of Jamaican Ska legend Owen Grey, 76. Sadly Jerry Dammers couldn't make it, but some of Rico's family were there along with Mark Wyeth (the Moonstompers), Mandingo, and the Jamaican High Commissioner Mrs. Aloun Ndombet-Assamba – and try saying that when you've had as many sherbets as Owen had. The great Neville Staple and his band closed the night at London's 229 Club. It was a pleasure and an honour to take part.
September 4. So sad to hear that Rico Rodriguez has died. The veteran Ska trombonist is probably best remembered for playing on The Specials’ chart-topping Ghost Town and their version of Dandy Livingstone's A Message to You, Rudy (he played on the original too). Cuban born Emmanuel Rodriguez was part of the Jamaican Ska scene from the start, but came to England in the early sixties where he performed with Georgie Fame and his Blue Flames. Rico worked with everyone from Prince Buster to Jools Holland via Laurel Aitken and Sting, and gets a mention from Ian Dury in Reasons To Be Cheerful. I was lucky enough to meet him more than thirty years ago, and saw him perform with the Specials in New York. He was a wise, humble man with a love of the reggae musician’s traditional relaxant of choice. On that US tour, the band played Canada. Coming back into the US Rico carefully concealed his weed in his bible only to get pulled up by US Customs for transporting oranges – which he’d actually bought in the US days before. I saw him again a few years ago and was due to honour him at the Heritage Of Ska event in London a week today. His solo album Man From Wareika still stands the test of time.
I’ve been so distracted with the recent joy of my first grandchild I’ve only just noticed that the Guardian has run my report from Iron Maiden’s 1982 US tour. The full version can be found in my book Riff-Raff, Rebels & Rock Gods.
Aug 30. There will be a Punk Literary Festival in London on 12th December, from mid-day to 6pm featuring Rick Buckler (The Jam), Jeff Turner (the Cockney Rejects), Segs & Dave Ruffy (The Ruts), me, Manic Esso (The Lurkers), John King and Ian 'Snowy' Snowball. It's at the Cockpit in Marylebone. 150 seats, first come first served. Tickets are £15 from the event website.
Aug 28. Cameron is cramming the House Of Lords with yet more phoneys and cronies. There are lobbyists, donors, brown-nosers and unrepentant expenses fiddlers like Douglas Hogg – the Tory MP who charged tax-payers for cleaning his moat. Talk about vermin in ermine. The Lords has become such a discredited farce the only way forward is to bin it and replace it with a completely elected second chamber, with seats determined by proportional representation. That would put a brake on bad governments and keep MPs on their toes. It might even reduce public apathy and cynicism. The only other option is to keep on expanding the place, and I'm not sure we've got enough claret.
I just spent the afternoon with Steve Diggle of the Buzzcocks, the funny and completely uncensored results of which will be posted on-line in the near future. In an entirely unrelated story, I've decided to have a dry September. I'm doing it for a good cause too, Cancer Research; anyone who wants to sponsor me can do so here.
Tim Wells's new poetry collection is out next month and is "a stunning indictment of gentrification" (it says here). Everything Crash is published by Penned in the Margins and costs £9.99. Warning: may contain references to Leyton Orient.
Aug 25. An eye-popping chat with showbiz legend Patti Boulaye, on surviving
the Biafran civil war, not becoming a nun, acting, New Faces, stardom,
charity work and how supporting Maggie wrecked her TV career. All here.
Aug 22. The week's biggest story was buried away, as it usually is. Andrew Lansley, the former Tory health secretary, revealed that Cameron's planned renegotiations about Britain's relationship with the EU were an elaborate con. In a speech to businessmen reported in the Sunday Times, the ex-MP admitted that the PM would not be able to win any major concessions from other member states before the referendum. Instead, he said, the Yes camp's tactics will be: 1) lower public expectations in advance and 2) then exceed them, while "choreographing" a huge row with the French to give the false impression of a major British victory. I hate to say I told you so... but I did. Smoke and mirrors have defined our relationship with the Common Market that was since day one. The only surprise is Lansley has openly admitted it. Don't be fooled again. Vote No.
A tiny human brain has been grown in a lab by scientists in Ohio. The miniscule mind's first thoughts have been recorded as "ream", "sick", "Essex" and "Where's me brother, Joey?"
James Corden has had a pop at Sidcup, dubbing it "almost the armpit of England". A shocking slur on the friendly town Pop Larkin described as "perfick". Sidcup gave the world John Paul Jones, Emma Noble, Quentin Blake, Kate Bush and Olympian Steve Backley among others. Corden gave us Horne & Corden, the worst TV double act this side of Little & Little. And this from a bloke born in Hillingdon! Talk about people who live in glass houses... True Sidcup has a useless MP in immigration minister James Brokenshire but you can't have everything.
The Labour Party continues to beat itself up over the Corbynistas, with officials now attempting to purge thousands of infiltrators and bin their votes. Corbyn is still on target to win though, which means Labour will have a democratically elected leader backed by little more than twenty MPs. The Parliamentary party won't be able to depose him, and Labour will split in two as a consequence. What gloating idiot Tories don't realise is that if they destroy Labour they'll probably tear their own party in half too. Opposition to an electable Labour Party is the glue that holds them together. Expect a new centre-left alignment and a stronger, madder ultra-"left". Corbyn gets described as a "Trot" by rightwing papers, but I doubt old Lev would have embraced clerical fascists, rabid anti-Semites and Putin's oligarch-loving, dissident-bashing, imperialist police state. Boris Nemstov remains dead.
Oh fatty boom-boom! There has been a reported "shock rise" in obese men in Britain. Hello! We live in a culture that worships sugar – see Bake Off, Masterchef et al. Where's the shock?
Aug 10. Brian Denny of the RMT puts the socialist case against the European Union in the latest Garry Bushell Hour on Litopia. For decades now, the political elite have fostered the myth that anyone opposed to "Europe-a-nation" must be from the wilder, rug-chewing shores of the Tory right. Nothing could be further from the truth. Hear Brian busting myths here.
As the nation mourns the death of actor George Cole, let's tip our "titfer" to his greatest screen creation, Arthur Daley. Arthur, pronounced Arfur, was the London spiv immortalised by the ITV series Minder, and in music by novelty pop act The Firm as "the geezer with the bunny in the trilby 'at/reckons he's legit but he ain't all that... " The Firm concluded: "Arthur Daley, a little dodgy maybe, but underneath, 'e's all right... "
Was he though? Arfur was a shifty, backstreet car-dealer who yearned to be respectable but who earned a dishonest crust in various dubious ways. He was a con-man who didn't give a monkey's if the goods he flogged had fallen off the backs of various lorries, and didn't care who he ripped off in his lifelong pursuit of "a nice little earner".
His own philosophy was succinct. "You only get out of life what you put in," he said. "And a bit more if you can find a couple of mugs... "
So why did Britain adopt Arthur Daley as a hero? Largely because of the brilliance of Cole's acting, the constant joy of the Minder scripts, and because the world he bobbed and weaved through was so thoroughly recognisable.
Minder was originally commissioned as a vehicle for Dennis Waterman after the end of The Sweeney but his character, two-fisted Terry McCann, was rapidly over-taken in public affection by his dapper, be-suited employer. Daley, created by Leon Griffiths, was a figurehead for the black economy whose life-style depended on him swerving nuisances like the Old Bill (Chisholm, Rycott etc) and the Inland Revenue.
In Arthur's world, everything was cash in hand. He loved nothing more than to be "holding folding." You might recall his anger about any other form of payment: "You took a cheque? A bloody Gregory? Don't you realise why he's called Bouncing Morrie?"
Arthur's haven was the Winchester Club, a south west London members' only drinking den, where his constant requests for a large VAT (vodka and tonic) "on the slate" were suffered by Dave the landlord.
It was here that Arfur expounded pearls of wisdom, like "Get your retaliation in first" and "A friend in need is a pest"; where "a drink" was seldom a reference to anything liquid and where "a clip round the ear" was more likely to involve actual bodily harm.
Arfur was wont to swear on "my sainted mother's grave" – even though she wasn't dead. His colourful phrases, like "'Er Indoors" and "The world is your lobster" passed into common usage.
Minder ran from 1979 to 1994, but went off the boil when Waterman quit and was replaced by Gary Webster in 91. At its height it was ITV's biggest drama hit, and opened the door for the equally loved BBC1 sitcom Only Fools & Horses - Fools & Horses writer John Sullivan once told me that the Trotters would never have got the green light from the BBC if it hadn't been for Minder's success. But Daley was far more successful than Del-Boy. He had a used car-front, a lock-up, a dapper whistle, smoked better cigars and didn't live in poky Peckham council flat.
Arfur's rise and fall paralleled that of Maggie Thatcher, and he shared her vision of a de-regulated market. He was a self-made man, an entrepreneur whose word was his bond, and who knew how to out-fox the taxman. He was tighter than Tommy Cooper, but although he'd often tell Terry "I want him hurt, Terence", he wasn't a villain. Despite his meanness Arfur lived by a code of conduct and could be capable of kindness. He was selling water-damaged umbrellas, not skag.
Arfur was a rule-breaker and a survivor. He'd survived post-war rationing precisely by breaking the rules about what could be sold and what couldn't, but that's the market economy for you.
In one glorious episode, 1984's The Balance Of Power, Arfur even stood for election to the local council as an independent and won by a landslide, only to be kicked out of office for over-spending on his campaign...
His thoughts on Thatcher were brilliantly satirical. These quotes (from memory) refer to the big gas share sell-off of the 80s. Arfur: "You've got to admire Maggie Thatcher." Terry: "You what?" Arthur: "Selling shares to people for things they already own... "
The spiv has long been a staple of popular culture. Arthur was preceded by Flash Harry in the St Trinian's films (1954 on - also played by Cole), US TV's Bilko (1955-59), and Private Walker in Dad's Army (1968-77). The closest US culture came to Minder's demimonde was Damon Runyon in On Broadway tales.
Daley was rapidly absorbed into mainstream culture famously appearing in a series of ads for Olympus cameras with David Bailey ("David Bailey?!? I thought 'e only done weddings!") His name was quoted in the House of Commons – Labour's Dennis Healey once accused Maggie of mixing "the diplomacy of Alf Garnett with the economics of Arthur Daley." His recognisable caricature – crombie, trilby hat and cheroot - was often seen in newspaper cartoons, and as well as The Firm single referred to earlier, he was adopted as an icon by street-punk aficionados.
Many of the Cockney Rejects earliest followers were like junior Daleys – see their exploits on old C4 documentary film The Knockers – and so inevitably references to Arfur found their way into Oi. The fourth Oi compilation album featured a track by "Arthur & The Afters", Daley is mentioned in sleeve notes and in the lyrics of The Joys Of Oi, and he was hero-worshipped by Oi poet Garry Johnson who called him "TV's greatest creation."
The spiv was a recognisable figure in punk; see Bernie Rhodes, original Splodge manager 'Dodgy' Dave Long, and McLaren of course who was a spiv with an art college education. The music business was full of such "operators".
In 1983, Cole and Waterman even had a Christmas hit of their own, in character with the frankly awful 'What Am I Gonna Get 'Er Indoors?' b/w 'Quids & Quavers'. The lyrics possibly bought sight unseen in the Winchester included lines like "I've got a lovely furry coat/I could tell 'er it's mink/No, she'll suss it's skunk/It don't 'alf pen and ink... " It spent five weeks in the charts peaking at 21. Arthur's character is so deeply engrained in our consciousness that on hearing of George Cole's death, many assumed it was some devious scam and that the great man would rise again with his hand in the Jack and Jill.
Cole once said that Arthur "wasn't the nicest of men", adding "but he was a very enjoyable character to play". Which explains why he portrayed him in 107 episodes over eleven series. In real-life George was the opposite; he was a good-natured gentleman who had time for everybody. Yet Arfur's memory rather than George's will endure for decades. Arfur Daley? A little dodgy maybe, but underneath he's all right. Stand on me. (A version of this article will appear in the next issue of Vive Le Rock).
I'm just back from the Rebellion festival where Cockney street-punk poet Garry Johnson was the latest name to throw his weight behind Jeremy Corbyn, the hardcore socialist now on course to lead the Labour Party into the 2020 general election. Oi the Poet joins the likes of Brian Eno, Maxine Peake, Charlotte Church, and the TV academic Mary Beard in backing the old fella who has electrified the leadership race and thrown Labour HQ into a blind panic. In weeks, "Jez we can!" has gone from a gag to an impending reality. To borrow a catchphrase from Dragons' Den, let me tell you where I am on this...
Initially I welcomed the Corbyn phenomenon. Like Nigel Farage, he is not part of our corrupt, self-serving political elite, and like Farage he has made politics exciting again simply by talking about things that have a resonance outside of the Westminster bubble. Unlike dull Burnham and bland Yvette, Corbyn appears to be principled and passionate. He actually believes in something. But he is also completely wrong – and always has been. This is the same Jeremy Corbyn who refused to acknowledge, let alone expose, the Islington care home scandal when it was brought to his attention decades ago. It's the same Corbyn who invited Gerry Adams to the Commons weeks after the IRA's Brighton bomb. The same Corbyn who calls terror groups Hamas and Hezbollah his friends, and who thought so highly of Milosevic and Chavez...Jezza's policies include state control of the commanding heights of the economy, unilateral disarmament, and making the Bank of England underwrite deficit financing. He wants the government to spend more by printing more money. He is for state power, high taxation, and ever expanding red tape. Corbyn stands for the past – the past that failed, not just in Britain but all over the world. The list of totalitarian "socialist" regimes is long and depressing. Naturally, he was a fan of dirt-poor state-run economies like Cuba and Venezuela. Naturally, he believes politicians and bureaucrats can take care of business better than the market – an approach even red China realised was doomed.
You can see why Corbyn excites the far Left, though. He'd withdraw from NATO, he'd ban the bomb, he'd restore Clause 4 and renationalise the railways (well they can't be any worse than they are now), he'd hate America... talk about Anachronism In The UK, he's like a tribute act for Stalinism. And let's never forget the tragic punch-line to that joke, the millions who perished in Uncle Joe's great terror. (Read ex Communist Robert Conquest's books for the full horrifying picture, from the Ukrainian famine to the camps of Kolyma). Having fallen for the myth of Blair's Cool Britannia, Labour activists appears to be in denial, retreating from reality into the safety blanket of old certainties that are actually just as hollow. "Marxists" have distorted Marx beyond all recognition, and the price-tag is almost too horrible to contemplate. Will we really fall for that again?
The immediate problem is Corbyn will either lead Labour into the political wilderness for decades, or the unthinkable will happen. Osborne's phony boom will collapse and Jezza will sweep into Number Ten and lead the country down a blind alley that will devastate the economy, destroy press freedom and place draconian limits on dissent and free speech. We'll be on course for 1984 once more. Let's not forget that today's self-styled Marxists already feel they have the right to drown out and attack anyone who disagrees with their worldview. Early Marxists believed that only the working class could deliver liberation, not some dodgy alliance of Jihadi sympathisers, eco-toffs, ivory tower academics, crusties and identity politics enthusiasts. The modern comrades are about victimhood and special interest groups. They recoil from the working class as if they were evil pantomime capitalists fracking for shale gas in their back passages.
If socialism is to have any relevance it needs to be optimistic, and forward-looking. True Marxists would be in favour of progress, innovation, technology and of maximising productivity because if they had read Marx thoroughly they would know his 'scientific' vision depended on it. And like it or not, capitalist enterprise is still delivering amazing advances, from the internet to GM crops and on to hydro-power, driver-less cars and next generation bio-fuels.
If the Labour Party is to have any relevance it needs to be decent, pragmatic and realistic; patriotic too. As I have argued before, they would have been better off with Alan Johnson, a good man from humble stock who believes in fair play, equal opportunity, and social reform. Like Atlee did. The real solution to a happier society lies with devolved power, localised democracy, freedom and opportunity – a recipe old-fashioned "socialists" never have and never will deliver.
Aug 9. The highlights of the Rebellion festival for me were young bands like the Bar Stool Preachers and AMI. They're about tomorrow, not yesterday. Expect a full report in issue thirteen of Street Sounds. In the meantime, issue 12 is just out, packed with features on everyone from the Libertines to Less Than Jake via dear old Charlie Harper (the grandfather of all four members of AMI). You can find it here.
Aug 8. Great start to the season for the Addicks. Man of the match? Tony Watt (Watt-Watt), is Charlton's 21-year-old Glaswegian bad-boy the new Derek Hales?
Aug 7. Like any sane person, I'm against open door immigration, but the debate took a disturbing turn while I was away with Cameron talking about the "swarm" as if these poor sods were rodents or locusts rather than human beings from hell-holes looking for better lives, or at least a better pay day. We know some are dodgy, we know some are sinister but this kind of dehumanising rhetoric helps no-one. It also avoids the inconvenient fact that our "flexible" (i.e. de-unionised) labour market is more likely to suck in migrants than benefits are. It's the shadow economy, stoopid. But it can't go on. The short term solution has to be a European initiative – and the EU's wet and weak response to the developing crisis is yet another reminder of how slow and useless the puffed-up, would-be 'super-power' is. The long term solution depends on stability in the migrants' home countries, which in turn depends on sustainable economies bolstered by trade and investment.
The latest shows on Litopia: My interview with Steven Berkof is here.
My Flexipop celebration with co-founder Barry Cain is here.
July 4. I'm away working on a new novel, so this blog is suspended for a month or so (although On The Box ploughs on relentlessly). In the meantime my latest The Hungry & The Hunted new music podcast will be up and running after 7pm on Wednesday (8th July) with superb tracks from the Senton Bombs, Alias Kid, The Selecter, The Droogettes and Bad Engrish among many others, and Sheffield's The Retrospectives playing live in the studio. Over the coming weeks, my latest podcast chats with Steven Berkoff and Patti Boulaye should also be posted over at Litopia.
On the book front, the follow-up to Riff-Raff, Rebels & Rock Gods, is about 75 per cent complete and full of more confessions from the glory years of Sounds, including chapters on The Clash, Def Leppard, The Jam and the immortal Phil Lynott; it might even be out by Christmas. My eBook of TV commentator goofs, Innuendo Bonanaza, will be published sometime next week, and the film versions of my Harry Tyler novels are still on the cards – just as soon as we can raise the funding.
The next issue of StreetSounds is due out on 5th August. I'll be back in the UK in time for the Rebellion Festival in Blackpool where I'll be on the Literary Stage on the Saturday and Sunday afternoon chatting to a variety of interesting and creative folk. The Gonads will be playing two sets, a retro 'pure punk for row people' set just after midnight on August 8th , and our first ever acoustic set in the evening of Aug 9th. Last year we gave away t-shirts, this year? Maybe something more intimate...
June 29. Hot NOT at Glastonbury: awesome Aussie blues duo the Graveltones. I filmed a TV pilot with them today and was blown away by their huge riffs, Jimmy O's 'son of Howlin' Wolf' vocals and Mikey Sorbello's immense drumming which brought John Bonham to mind. Seriously impressive. Hear their new album Love Lies Dying if you can.
June 29. Is the minute's silence, announced by David Cameron, the best possible response to the slaughter in Tunisia? I'd rather the RAF serve up several hours of extremely noisy bombing on ISIL strongholds in Syria and Iraq. He who brandishes the hardest fist is remembered longest.
June 27.Shocking images from Tunisia, holiday-makers – at least fifteen of them British – mercilessly slaughtered on the sands of Sousse beach. In Kuwait, a suicide bomber murdered 25 worshippers at a Shia mosque, a decapitated head was found in Lyon, France, and hundreds more died as Islamic State forces attacked Kobane in Syria... all in the name of ISIL's perversion of Sunni Islam. More fuel to the fire of the refugee crisis. At least 100,000 have fled North Africa to Europe this year alone. How many ISIL sleeper cells are coming over in boats and lorries? We could be importing more than we're exporting... So what to do? Although clearly determined, ISIL aren't that strong. Most sensible estimates put their fighting strength at around 50,000 troops in Iraq and Syria, and their defeat in Tal Abyad shows they're not invincible. The Turkish army could drive them out of Syria in weeks... except they won't. They don't want to. Our allies in the region – Turkey, Saudi Arabia, Israel, and the Gulf states – would be chuffed to bits if ISIL, the Nusra Front and other Sunni forces took Assad down. His Shi'ite regime is allied to their enemy Iran. They actually want ISIL to win. Which is no doubt why the Western military response has been muted. We've learnt to our cost that the West can't impose our kind of democracy at gun-point. Back home, the flood of refugees creates a huge problem for the whole of Europe. We need proper border controls at home and the EU needs to rethink its barking mad Common Asylum Policy (not so much 'open door' as 'take the door off its hinges and bulldoze down the wall') or Greece will be the least of its worries. Long term solutions to restore stability to the Middle East and northern Africa, will have to involve diplomacy and co-operation with unsavoury regimes. Trade will make more of a difference than rhetoric. At home we need to stop slashing military budgets. We need to bang the drum for our values and give more of a voice to the thousands of Muslims who reject the reactionary views of clerical fascists and their laughable "leftwing" apologists. We also need to resist attempts to use the ISIL terror as an excuse to restrict civil liberties, impose more limits on free speech and rack up state surveillance. Freedom is the cornerstone of our democracy, and that includes the freedom of dissent and the freedom of worship that ISIL abhor.
June 25. The BBC is about to bombard us senseless with their Glastonbury coverage. Yes, that’s how “alternative” Glasto is – our state broadcaster backs it to the hilt. The festival is as radical as Alan Yentob these days, it’s a must-do event for today’s young toffs, and although there is a long established Leftfield there will never be a Rightfield... something else they have in common with the Beeb. Glasto will set you back £220 to kip in a tent, pay Shoreditch plus prices for booze and watch Kanye West. Cheers. Or for the genuine festival experience at a tenth of the price come to Hackney Marshes and I’ll sling a bucket of mud over you and have my dog piddle on your leg.
June 24. Dylann Roof, the scumbag who slaughtered black church goers in Charleston, South Carolina, has been charged with nine counts of murder. His sick, racially motivated killing spree has outraged the world and reignited the debate about gun control in the USA. But isn’t there another debate we should be having? Roof was a pill-popper, according to ex schoolmates, heavily into Xanax. Nicholas ‘Fat Nick’ Salvador who beheaded an 82-year-old great grandmother in her own North London garden was a huge consumer of skunk. I am no fan of Peter Hitchens but he has been absolutely right over the years to link rampage killings with anti-depressants and drug abuse. Lee Rigby’s killers were weed-heads too. So was Deyan Deyanov, the Bulgarian creep who beheaded Jennifer Mills-Westley in Tenerife a while back. Anders Breivik took so many pills, including stanozolol and ephedrine, that he practically rattled. Why is this angle never debated? Simple. It doesn’t fit the agreed news agenda.
Gag-writer turned novelist Colin Edmonds talks about his new steampunk novel Steam, Smoke & Mirrors, working with the late, great Bob Monkhouse and his life in comedy here.
June 23. How should we deal with the migrant crisis? I doubt that I'm the only person to have suggested we dispatch the 1st Battalion of the Grenadier Guards to Calais. "You can't say that", I'm told. Well why not? Why can we no longer police our own borders? It's clearly what the electorate want and the sight of 300 fixed bayonets glistening in the sun might help change a few minds. But have you considered the possibility that the government do little about the problem because it suits them to have all that cheap foreign labour on tap?
June 22. The BBC, in common with many newspapers, reported that 250,000 protestors attended the weekend’s anti-cuts/anti-austerity demonstration in London. Looking at the pictures it was probably a tenth of that number. Two things strike me 1) This month our national debt rose above £1.5trillion for the first time – so much for George Osborne’s fiscal record, so much for cuts. 2) Russell Brand was in a roped off VIP area when other protestors told him to eff off. VIP areas at demos? All people are equal comrades, but some are more equal than others.
June 21. A rather splendid review of my Facedown novel from reader Bill Todd who describes it in a tweet as “short, sharp, tongue-in-cheek, fists up, pants down Lads’ Noir.” Works for me!
June 20. A quick update. My latest The Hungry & The Hunted podcast is now up and running here, with Electric River playing live in the studio and quality tracks from the likes of Loaded 44, the Mutha Lovin Chimps, Ska Vengers, Headlong, The Deckchairs, The Cathode Ray and many more. You don't have to be a punk band to be included. I'd really like to broaden out the sound. More Ska bands, indie bands, rock bands, Mod bands are always welcome. Whoever you are, and whatever you sound like please load up a track or two; the more individual, exciting and free-thinking the better. The alternative to Simon Cowell takes many forms...
While I'm here the new Gonads album, modestly entitled Greater Hits Volume 3 – The Complete Cobblers is also out now. The third in the trilogy (or turd in the thrillogy if you prefer) comes with 25 tracks, all for a tenner from here.
Here is TV rock goddess Kylie Olsson grilling me about Riff-Raff, Rebels & Rock Gods, old bands, new bands, various shocking celebrity confessions and much more...
June 1st. The referendum on Britain’s continued membership of the corrupt EU Empire will be the defining moment of our generation. It will either liberate our country or condemn it to the dustbin of history. Those of us who want out know that we have a massive fight on our hands. David Cameron has already started his smoke and mirrors act. He’s been mooching around Europe making a few, mild demands. Other European leaders have pretended to be annoyed about it. And now he will attempt and sell himself as the tough guy who made the EU give in to Britain. Naturally none of the core Brussels goals will have been changed at all; but expect the referendum to be brought forward and the vast majority of the mass media to back Cameron to the hilt. Those of us who wish to preserve British sovereignty will be painted as rightwing Conservatives and “Little Englanders”. In reality of course, opposition to the EU is a cross party issue that will unite Left and Right. Socialists and libertarians, liberals and collectivists must be prepared to bury their differences and fight shoulder to shoulder in the trenches of debate against the foreign foe... and our quisling political elite. It isn’t just UKIP and a few wild-eyed Tory backwoodsmen against the world. It’s democrats versus authoritarians, free-thinkers versus control freaks, people who believe in national self-rule versus the tin-pot Napoleons who want to build up an expansionist super-state top heavy with bureaucracy.
There’s nothing remotely “progressive” about the reality of the European Union. Steve Hilton accurately described it as “a vast, stinking cesspit of corporate corruption gussied up in the garb of idealistic internationalism”. Yet the socialist case against the EU has been effectively hushed up for years, which is why I recorded a podcast earlier today with Brian Denny of the leftwing No2EU Campaign. Denny, of the RMT, believes like Bob Crow and Tony Benn did, that the EU primarily functions in the interests of large corporations to the detriment of working class rights. This used to be the common socialist view. In the 1975 referendum, when Harold Wilson’s Labour government campaigned to keep us in what was then still thought of quaintly as a Common Market, the TUC and all the far-Left parties fought loudly alongside their Tory rivals for a No vote. (And if the British had known what we were actually voting for, they would probably have won the day). Now the Left’s bizarre obsession with identity politics, and their refusal to confront reality, has nobbled their logic as well as their principles.
The Labour Party has turned a somersault worthy of a Britain’s Got Talent dance act, going in the space of weeks from Ed Miliband saying that even having a vote posed “a clear and present danger” to jobs and businesses (with Blair claiming it would lead to “economic chaos”), to Harriett Harman now saying that Labour is up for a referendum after all. And not only do they want one, they want to extend the franchise and let 16yearolds vote too. They obviously think school-kids, having been fully indoctrinated about the wonders of the EU, are more likely to vote Yes. All those citizen classes will pay off, as no doubt will the millions Brussels has invested in the BBC. Why are so many Labour politicians so keen on the EU though? Even Sepp Blatter would say that this is a fundamentally bent institution. The EU could be twinned with FIFA. Cynics might suspect that these Labour politicians like their counterparts in the Lib Dims and the Tory parties see the EU as a massive gravy train for political failures. (Don’t mention the Kinnocks). In reality however Brussels is no friend of the workers; in reality it has set about undermining trade union power. Collective bargaining was suspended as a condition of EU "bailouts" in Ireland, Portugal and Greece. The European Commission, IMF and the European Central Bank intervene directly in national wage negotiations in Ireland, Greece and Romania to weaken collective bargaining... The result has been job cuts, mass unemployment, record youth unemployment and wages undercut by “free movement of labour.” And while the EU lectures member states about austerity and cutting their budgets, they're merrily raising theirs. The thought of economising never seems to cross their minds. When van Rompuy and Barroso flew to China a few years back, they went in separate jets.
There is also a deficit of democracy and honesty. I went to Brussels in 2012 to investigate for myself and unearthed a staggering catalogue of waste, and double standards. The full report is elsewhere on this site. More than 1,000 EU officials earn more than Cameron, who at the time was on £142,000 a year. Civil servants in the highest pay grade take home £15, 482 per month – more than a British nurse earns in a year. Four in every ten are on more than £70K a year – for working a 37 hour week. MEPs don't need to claim expenses, they all receive a monthly allowance of just over £3,000 – no receipts required. They get £237 a day just for signing in as well; many sign in and disappear. They have chauffeur-driven limousines laid on for them at a cost of £4.25million a year; all drivers sign a confidentiality clause "guaranteeing absolute discretion." It's unclear where they are taking them however because, as debates on YouTube show, the chamber is usually empty.
Already we’re seeing the scaremongering about how we’d be “ruined” by Brexit, but many of those who say this are the very same people who wanted us to join the Euro. Most economists know we’d be better off out. Our farmers and fishermen would rejoice. So would small businesses. EU membership costs us £20billion a year in return for which we surrender our sovereignty etc. The failure of the euro and growth in the emerging markets outside Europe make it hard to argue we should stay in the EU on economic grounds, so we’re really taking on Mandelson level self-servers and dopy idealists, those who think Europe A Nation is a beautiful dream – as Britain’s fascist leader Sir Oswald Mosley did – and haven’t got the sense to wake up to the reality. What bothers me is who could be the figurehead of the No campaign. There are a lot of good people making great points, Daniel Hannan, Kate Hoey, Douglas Carswell, Frank Field etc, but who has the charisma and the cross-party appeal to lead the fight? Tony Benn would have been ideal. The historian Andrew Roberts had an interesting thought yesterday: could it be Boris?
PS. Here is how nutty the British Left has become. Socialist Unity published an article today defending Sepp Blatter and FIFA. Progress through corruption, comrades.
Here is my short speech on why we need an English Parliament. Like the EU debate, this battle also necessarily unites people from all shades of public opinion. It isn’t about Left or Right. It’s about democracy, plain and simple.
May 16. Many thanks to my friends, family and neighbours for making my sixtieth birthday party so special tonight; in particular to Mod DJ Paul Hallam who played a mighty fine mix of classic Ska, soul, punk, Trojan reggae, Northern Soul, Motown and sixties r&b. It only took a blast of the Clash to lure the old punks onto the dance floor, though it has to be noted that certain veteran pogoers could barely last the entire distance of 'White Riot' and it isn't a very long song. Thanks to all who came, not least Vicki Michelle who still looks radiant, and old pals from the Cockney Rejects, the East End Badoes, Infa Riot and living legend Garry Johnson himself (see www.the-gonads.co.uk for the pictures and gory details). It was a magical night with a simple message: Enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
More than 700 people attended last night's Talking Liberties events at the British Library in London, angry poets being a far bigger draw than Liberal Democrats these days. The pre-gig discussion kicked off with Garry Johnson's vitriolic 'The Young Conservatives' which could easily have been written yesterday, it was said; although I'm fairly certain that Gal is no longer as certain of the alternative as he once was. And let's not forget that in power the "Left", if we still use that out-dated concept, have proved keener on suppressing liberties than expanding them. Highlights for me included Linton Kwesi Johnson, who I first interviewed for Sounds in 1979 popping backstage to wish us luck, brilliant poems from the wonderful Salena Godden and the headlining performance from emcee, poet and rap artist Saul Williams and his band.
This blog returns in a month or so.
May 15. I'm talking about ranting poetry this evening at the British Library with Tim Wells, Salena Godden and Suzanne Moore. But in the meantime, here's a taster with Tim.
R.I.P. blues legend B.B. King who died in Las Vegas yesterday aged 89. It's hard to over-state how important the guitarist was. B.B. influenced everyone from the Stones and Eric Clapton to U2 and Billy Gibbons, and by marrying country blues to big city rhythms he helped popularise electric blues – the bedrock of rock – more than any other artist. King made his Gibson guitars, which he famously called Lucille, produce a uniquely emotional, gut-wrenching vibrato sound that would be copied in probably a million teenage bedrooms. "When I play her, it's almost like hearing words," he said. "And of course, naturally I hear cries. I'd be playing sometimes as I'd play, it seems like it almost has a conversation with me. It tells you something. It communicates with me." The "B.B." in his name stood for Blues Boy. He was actually born Riley B. King in a shack in Mississippi. The former tractor driver with the deep, throaty groan of a voice had his first hit in 1951 when '3 O'Clock Blues' topped Billboard's Most-Played in Juke Box Rhythm & Blues Records chart and on the Best Selling Retail Rhythm & Blues Records chart. He notched up more No. 1s on Billboard's various R&B charts with 'You Know I Love You', 'Please Love Me' and 'You Upset Me Baby'. His best-known hit was probably 1970's 'The Thrill Is Gone'. Eric Clapton called B.B. King: "Without a doubt the most important artist the blues has ever produced, and the most humble and genuine man you would ever wish to meet. In terms of scale or stature, I believe that if Robert Johnson was reincarnated, he is probably B.B. King."
May 12. With Ed Miliband on the lash in Ibiza, various Labour heavyweights are throwing their hats into the ring to lead the party. One contender is Chuka Umunna, seen as a British Obama, by umm Chuka Umunna. On the surface he has a lot going for him. He's bright and articulate, but does Labour really need another public school educated lawyer at the helm? I think the MP for Streatham would be the death of the party. As would Cooper or Kendall or the arrogant and sanctimonious Andy Burnham, who is badly tarnished by the Mid-Staffs tragedy.
Driving the party further to the Left, as Len McCluskey advocates, would simply hasten Labour's decline – does Len not remember Michael Foot? The best man they have is still Alan Johnson who isn't in the running. Johnson is bright and down to earth, he has worked in the real world, and he's seen as moderate and pragmatic. Labour's bigger problem though is their economic baggage. Under Labour governments, borrowing and debt both rise – that's a fact. The party is perceived as being hostile to enterprise and devoted to high taxes and state intervention, populist politics that as the French know and the Swiss are learning always backfire in practice.
Will Oasis reform without Noel Gallagher, as the Sun suggests today? From Noel's point of view it would probably be a blessing. But Oasis without Noel it's like Slade without Noddy Holder or UKIP with Farage. Essentially they'd become their own tribute band. They'd get work, they'd make money but I wouldn't want to go and see them.
May 11. Comedian John Moloney joins me for my latest podcast talking about his new Radio 4 series The John Moloney Show, his comedy heroes, public school 'alternative' comics, The Jam, West Ham and much more here.
Influenced by Les Dawson, Dave Allen, The Jam and West Ham United, John's stand-up comedy is a finely crafted blend of wordplay, one-liners and cat molesting. His radio producer says that observing him at work is "like watching a masterclass unfold. He's like a conductor and the audience is his orchestra." Born on the fringes of East London in Ilford, a part of Essex where he says "a man feels over-dressed if he has two ears", ex-teacher Moloney is now the driving force behind the acclaimed Balham Comedy Festival which returns in July. He has strong and perhaps unexpected views on class, comedy and stadium comedians, and a background in traditional Irish music.
May 10. Issue eleven of Street Sounds is out this week featuring Kevin Rowland, the Amphetameanies, Christine Sugary Staple, Reverend Horton Heat, Crashed Out, Besserbitch, Punk & Disorderly, more Dropkick Murphys, America's Hard Left band, Justice For Henry, Joe Symes & The Loving Kind and much more – and it's still just two sovs (plus p&p). You can pre-order it now from this location.
May 9. Here are a few interesting aspects of the general election results that have attracted less attention than the fall of 'big beasts' like Balls and Cable. For starters, the BNP were virtually wiped out. Gorgeous George Galloway lost in Bradford West – they had no Respect, mate. The Sinn Fein vote was down. No Class War candidate got more than double figures – no doubt their supporters were too busy daubing slogans on war memorials to get to the polling booths. While Bez's bid to mobilise the anti-fracking pill-poppers' vote left him languishing in sixth place with just 703 crosses to his name. That's the real reality party, mate. And despite massive media coverage Al Murray's spoiler campaign on behalf of "FUKP" in Thanet South won the comedian precisely 318 votes, which would be a lousy result even for the Monster Raving Looney Party. Farage lost in Thanet South too, but he took nearly one third of the vote – and UKIP took control of Thanet District Council. The party amassed more than 3.8million crosses across the country, up ten per cent on the 2010 results (and nearly 14 per cent in Yorkshire). They have one MP for now, but wait until the next by-election. How is that even vaguely democratic? Dan Hannon's case for proportional representation has never made more sense. Last month he noted that our first-past-the-post voting system was "designed for two blocs: a government and an opposition"... but now we have four or five parties with genuine public support. Hannon writes: "The old argument for first-past-the-post – that it boosts the larger party and so provides stable government – no longer applies. These days, it throws up anomalous, unpredictable results that are only distantly related to how many people supported each party." He advocates a Royal Commission to put alternative options before Parliament in time for a referendum in about three years time. It'd be a good start, but of course we also need to reform the entire electoral system. It can't be right or fair that it takes more voters to elect MPs for one party than another, or that Scotland is wildly over-represented in the Commons. Britain also need to address dodgy postal votes, reform a House of Lords full of cronies, and create an English Parliament.
Perhaps the biggest losers of all were the media, who bombarded us with a mixture of trivia and bogus predictions day in day out for weeks on end and were left completely wrong-footed by both the exit poll and the results. The news media might impose an agenda, but reality and their skewiff interpretation of it are often poles apart, especially when it comes to matters that don't tally with their liberal worldview.
Democracy in action. SNP 1,454, 436 votes = 56 MPs. UKIP 3,881,129 votes = 1 MP. Green Party 1,157,613 votes = 1 MP. Buckfast all round!
May 8. A great start to the day as Ed Balls lost his seat followed swiftly by Vince Cable and almost every Lib Dem you've ever heard of, except Clegg. As I write Ed Miliband has just resigned. The public reacted to his "Hell, yes" with a resounding "Fuck, no." Nigel Farage came second in Thanet South and stepped down immediately, although he must be chuffed that UKIP came second or third across most of England. They even beat Plaid Cymru in a couple of Welsh seats. The most worried man must be the victor, David Cameron who now has no Coalition partner to blame for not fulfilling his manifesto promises. It's hard to see how even this most slippery of slippery gits will wriggle out of his commitment to an In/Out referendum on the EU.
Most of the election campaign consisted of various prominent politicians from all parties making wild and occasionally contradictory promises: more state spending but no tax rises, extra billions for the NHS, a unicorn for every family... all paid for presumably by a Lotto win or a Wonga loan. The incredible SNP surge was the inevitable result of the devolution scam started by self-serving but short-sighted Labour politicians. Let's pray it awakes the sleeping giant of English national liberation, and quickly.
As the country celebrates the seventieth anniversary of VE Day, London streets are full of young women in 1940s Lindy Bop dresses, stockings, bright lippy, victory rolls, and Lauren Bacall hairstyles. The kind of look that makes a man pray for an air-raid and a long night in a dark shelter.
May 1. If it’s May Day, it must be Steven Berkoff... I spent a pleasant few hours with the legendary actor, director, and all round renaissance man today. The resulting podcast will contain fire, brimstone and thoughts on feminism and fidelity that might not sit too well with ITV’s Loose Women. We’ll post it just as soon as the lawyers have cleared the great man’s George Galloway rant...
April 30. The Sun today tells us we should vote Conservative emphasising Cameron’s strength on such issues as EU membership, defence and immigration. What tripe. Even one of his own candidates, Kelly Tolhurst has attacked the PM for “overseeing uncontrolled immigration”; our defence spending barely meets NATO requirements – experts expect the British army to be disgracefully cut to its smallest size in 250 years in the next Parliament, and we know Cameron’s claim that he will “renegotiate” the terms of our EU membership is utter bullshit. Seeing Dave pretend to get “passionate” and “pumped up” was the funniest scene of the week – until Miliband stumbled off the stage like a geeky man’s Norman Wisdom tonight. Cameron might look polished compared to the economically illiterate Labour leader but all I see is a plum-faced, over-privileged PR man without a genuine belief in the world. If you do vote for him, as the lesser of two evils, remember to hold your nose.
Three party leaders, Cameron, Miliband and Clegg appeared on the Question Time tonight. Who won? Definitely the audience.
April 28. Here’s a nice long chat with the very funny Terry Alderton... and the voices in his head.
R.I.P. Keith Harris. Quite shocked that the BBC’s Six O’Clock News felt his death merited just 15 seconds of coverage in the midst of interminable election non-stories. Orville was speechless... Harris was Britain’s most famous TV ventriloquist in the 1980s, with that ruddy nappy-wearing duck. I was more a Nookie Bear man, and agreed with Cuddles the Monkey that Orville would be better off on the menu in a Chinese take-away. PS. If you ever see me in a pub, ask me about Keith’s chat-up techniques and his unusual way of umm, “venting” his frustrations.
How unlucky was Keith Harris? Three divorces and he still never lost custody of that poxy duck.
April 27. Just back from a hugely enjoyable working weekend in Blackpool seeing the likes of Buddy Lee compere a seaside variety bill at The Viking Hotel, punk-loving Ken Webster and his “outrageous comedy hypnotism” at the Horseshoe bar and Mr Joey Blower whose rude and riotous weekend afternoon sessions at the Merrie England bar are magnets for stag and hen parties. Where other than Blackpool could you find a legless hen party at 2pm on a Saturday afternoon wearing tasteful “On it till we vomit” t-shirts just a few hundred yards from a small far-Left demo policed by twice as many cops in what felt like a monsoon?
Ironically the protesters’ slogan “Everything for everyone” was pretty much what the hen party women were offering...
Where else would a very drunk man ask me if I was Gary Busey – yes mate, direct from Hollywood. Where else would friendly dwarves pursue you down the pier? And where else would pal who knew I was coming ask if I fancied doing Steve Royle’s lively, funny show on BBC Radio Lancashire and not let on that it was recorded in Blackburn until after I’d agreed...
Big thanks to Ken Webster, Buddy (pictured), Steve Royle, Joey Blower, to Karen and Paul of Birch Villa BnB and Emma, my long-suffering manager and tireless weekend chauffeur!
PS. The Prom on Saturday felt like hurricane season. It brought the old Mick Miller (?) gag to mind: the wind was so strong on the North Pier I saw a Siamese twin looking for her sister...
April 23. Happy St George's Day! There wasn't much about it on TV, but
Londoners turned out all over the capital to drink to England. Cheers!
April 20. My ranting poets podcast is now online here, with studio guests Tim ‘Teething’ Wells and Emily Harrison, with Salford’s own JB Barrington joining us via Skype and Seething Wells sadly failing to come through via the Ouija board. Tim and Emily will be performing with Attila the Stockbroker this Thursday (St George’s Day) at Vout O Renees in Prescot Street, London E1, from 7pm, in what is billed as an evening of ‘lost’ Ranting poems ahead of a new Stand Up & Spit series. My own favourite verse, if you’re asking, is by the late, great Spike Milligan: ‘I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky/I left my shoes and socks there, I wonder if they’re dry...’
April 18. I spent an enjoyable, beer-fuelled afternoon with Barry Cain yesterday. At no time did he ask me to dress up as a musketeer or a burlesque dancer and pose for a barking mad photo story, which is both a relief and a disappointment because Barry and Tim Lott were the brains behind Flexipop. This cheekily subversive music magazine became a publishing phenomenon with sales of more than 100,000. Launched in 1980, each issue came with a unique flexi-disc, basically a flimsy plastic single, with a brand new song provided by such pop giants as The Jam, Depeche Mode and even Adam & The Ants who recorded ‘A.N.T.S.’ to the tune of ‘Y.M.C.A.’ The mag also subversively smuggled rogues like the Angelic Upstarts and the Cockney Rejects into its teeny-bop pages via bizarre and barmy picture stories (the Rejects as highway men, the Upstarts reliving the Sound of Music, the Meteors as mad zombie cannibals etc). It only lasted for 27 issues; it folded in 1983 shortly after upsetting Smiths, but Flexipop – The Book is now at last available for pre-order here. It’s pricy at £24.99 a pop but it’s a proper feast of eighties nostalgia.
Rod Liddle has come out for the Labour Party in this week’s Spectator for one very good reason: social inequality. Rod is a professionally awkward bugger but he’s right when he points out that the gap between rich and poor has grown “almost exponentially” over recent years, and that Labour is the only party with the “instinct... to address that problem”. Instinct yes, ability, no. Liddle’s argument only makes sense if you forget that Labour abolished one of the main tools of social mobility, the grammar schools – in the name of equality they made society less equal. And that during their time in power the party made a fetish of the super-rich. Under Ed Miliband Labour seem to have become thoroughly anti-business again, proposing an arsenal of punitive taxes which will misfire here as surely as they did in France. Ed’s not the solution, but Rod has got a point. Social inequality is accelerating, with inequality of opportunity galloping alongside, and yet Cameron’s idea of a socially diverse cabinet seems to stretch from the City to the diplomatic service via hedge funds and the law (as a brilliant Brookes cartoon suggests). Something needs to be done, but what? The current set-up, welfare state capitalism, treats both our citizens and communities as disposable statistics, but is there any alternative other than a state-run command economy, the old socialist dream which has failed in every incarnation? I believe there could be. Another alternative would be to spread ownership throughout society. When John Rawls wrote about a ‘property owning democracy’ he didn’t mean people buying council houses, he was talking about dispersing ownership of capital in order to prevent a tiny elite from having a near monopoly of the means of production and as a consequence, controlling both the economy and the political agenda. (As we see today). Achieving this social reboot would mean standing up to multinational corporations as well as supranational bodies like the European Union, so it would take balls. (Not Ed). It would mean expanding democracy – for instance, via a canton-style system – and making it easier for small businesses and co-operatives to thrive. It would mean leaving the EU, hacking back the state, rejecting the way our economy is currently run – i.e. on an unsustainable tide of rising debt – and scything back the unproductive and parasitical layers (ever-growing management, bureaucracy, quangos etc). It would also mean valuing manufacturing, learning, aspiration and self-improvement above non-productive greed. It’s a vision of workable anarchy, if you like – minimum government, maximum freedom; genuine power to the people. But for that to happen we’d need a new grassroots movement. Voting Labour is not the answer.
April 17. Last night’s BBC1 Challengers Debate was farcically biased, with four left-wing politicians ranged against UKIP’s Nigel Farage and an audience apparently on loan from a Left Unity conference. The three female party leaders looked like the worst-ever episode of Snog, Marry, Avoid... (Answer: avoid Natalie Bennett, snog Rab C. Sturgeon – after 19pints of McEwan’s and a bottle of Buckfast – and marry Helen Wood). But don’t set up a joint bank account with any of them. In common with most politicians they appear to think money grows on the trees brain-freeze Bennett no doubt likes to hug. Nutty Nat seems to believe that if we do away with frivolous nonsense like defence and border controls we’ll all be happy because villains, terrorists, sociopaths and hostile foreign governments would vanish overnight in the event of a Green Party victory. Aussie Bennett claims she became a UK citizen because she loves the country, so why does she want to change so much of it? She’d get rid of horse-racing and cheap holiday flights for working class families, and given half the chance she’d price us out of cars and roast beef dinners too. The media maintains that UKIP attracts cranks, the Greens have one for a leader. This has been a hell of a week for political lies, with the manifestos promising pie in the sky for all without offering any clue as to how it will all be paid for – the country is still massively in debt after all. Farage was booed but you don’t have to be a Kipper to agree with his point that it is impossible to control immigration while Britain remains a member of the European Union. He is also completely correct to say that EU leaders are planning a European Army. It has been part of their strategy for years because the big vision has always been the creation of one single Europe-wide country, or Europe A Nation as Sir Oswald Mosley called it. Politicians who pretend otherwise, along with those who claim the EU can be reformed, are simply lying. More on the debate on the OnTheBox column on Sunday.
The Crown Prosecution Service say Labour’s Lord Janner is too ill to stand trial for historic charges of abuse, which is very convenient both for Janner and the Labour Party. But here’s my question: why wasn’t he charged years ago? Janner was named as a child abuser way back in 1991, during the trial of the notorious pervert Frank Beck who preyed on kids as young as eight at the children’s homes he ran in Leicester. Dozens of witnesses gave evidence during the three month trial, saying how Beck forced them to perform oral sex on him or were raped or buggered by him. Beck named Janner as a fellow abuser and a witness corroborated the claim. He was investigated at the time, and again in 2002 and 2006 when he was well enough to be charged but documents related to Janner were not passed to the CPS after the 2002 investigation. We’re told the decision not to prosecute in 2007 was taken by local officials. Rather than disown the MP, the Labour Party elevated him to the peerage.
April 13. I recorded a new podcast yesterday with the London skinhead poet Tim Wells, an entertaining fellow despite supporting Leyton Orient and an excellent Ska DJ to boot. Make that a DM boot. He's not one of 'wandering lonely as clouds' herberts stumbling into golden daffodils, but one of the witty, occasionally angry, backstreet upstart poets inspired by reggae, punk and protest. This new wave first broke in the early eighties when the likes of Seething Wells, Garry Johnson, Ginger John and Attila The Stockbroker found new audiences for their brave new verse. And before them was Salford's brilliant John Cooper Clarke (who I first interviewed for Sounds way back in 1978). We were joined in the studio by Emily Harrison, 22, one of the modern poets who are keeping that rebel spirit alive, and via Skype by J.B. Barrington... I'll let you know when it's online.
I was always fond of Garry Johnson who described the East End as "a city of tower blocks, Alcatraz without the rocks", wrote the undeniable Labour MPs Ain't Working Class, and summed up snobbery with his poem Dead End Yobs: 'But even if you make it, certain people will say/ "You're still no good and you'll be no other way/Cos you don't talk proper, yer accent ain't true blue/You was born in an 'ouse in 'Ackney with an outside loo"... '. The gap between Garry's poetry about speed and stolen cars and Attila banging on about Albania was wide enough to fit Tennyson's Valley Of Cauteretz in... These angry working class word-spinners didn't realise that they were part of a proletarian poetry tradition which dates back to the Chartists and which will be celebrated next month at a British Library event called Talking Liberties: Ranting Poets, 'Zines & Angry Kids of the '80s.
PS Tim Wells has also penned a fine tribute to Cockney comedy maverick Jimmy Fagg on his stand up and spit blog. (From left to far-left: Emily Harrison, me, Tim Wells)
April 9. Isn't it insulting for the SNP's Nicola Sturgeon to use the term "red line" regarding her opposition to Trident missiles? The thin red line was held by the Sutherland Highlanders 93rd (Highland) regiment at the Battle of Balaclava during the Crimean War. The Times correspondent William H. Russell reported that he could see nothing between the charging Russians and the British operations base except the 'thin red streak tipped with a line of steel' of the 93rd. What would those brave, determined men have made of Sturgeon's wishy-washy stance on defence? Or indeed of the EU... a new survey shows that Scottish voters would rather have a referendum on the EU than another vote on independence which Sturgeon is hinting at. Don't expect the political establishment to take a blind bit of notice.
April 8. Why do we want New York's Michael Bloomberg for London Mayor? What does he know about the needs of Londoners? If we must import a foreign mayor, why not Toronto's Rob Ford? At least he knows how to throw a party.
April 7. Tony Blair is back! Saint Tony popped up on the Six 0'Clock News to
tell us that EU membership is "too important" to be decided democratically -
essentially voters can't be trusted to make the "sensible choice" of staying
in this corrupt, failing nightmare. Saint Tone's judgement is flawless in
all matters of course, as can be shown by his proud history of other
sensible choices. Such as 1) Taking us into the entirely counter-productive
and probably illegal Iraq War. 2) Telling us in 2002 that we would be "crazy
to stay out of the Euro" and that keeping the pound would be a "betrayal of
our national interest". 3) Deliberately encouraging record levels of mass
immigration. 4) Lumbering us with his useless carpet-chewing successor
Gordon 'pension raider' Brown 5) Trying to push through English
regionalisation. etc, etc. And now he's back, this shameless political
fraud, this patronising freebie-addicted failed Middle East peace envoy,
this smug arrogant weasel with his bank accounts bulging with fees from iffy
autocrats, daring to tell us why we can't decide our own future. It actually
beggars belief. Especially when we know that 55per cent of Labour voters and
our biggest unions also want a referendum on EU membership.Of course Blair's
intervention is nothing to do with Britain's welfare and all to do with his
lucrative future on the world stage. I almost feel sorry for Ed. Saint Tone
backing Miliband is a bit like Bluebeard declaring for Dopey. Who next?
Gerry Adams? The Yorkshire Ripper? The ghost of Stalin via an Ouija board?
Gertcha. Not that I'm suggesting we trust Cameron, mind. He's promised us a
referendum in 2017 - well, why wait? Labour won an election in 2005 on a
manifesto pledge to give the British people a referendum on the EU
Constitution. It clearly stated: 'We will put it - the EU Constitution - to
the British people in a referendum and campaign whole-heartedly for a 'Yes'
vote.'. And on May 13 2005 Saint Tony himself told The Sun: "We will have a
referendum on the constitution in any event - and that is a Government
promise." Lie after lie after lie. All three major parties have promised us
a referendum; not one of them has ever delivered. And politicians wonder why
the public has such a low opinion of them.
April 4. There will be a march this afternoon in North London demanding justice for Henry Hicks. Henry died last December after crashing on his moped while being pursued by two unmarked police cars in Holloway, London N7. He was 18 years old. Henry’s family have established the Henry Hicks Foundation, Linda Robson is a trustee and demand for a full inquiry is growing. Details here.
April 3. So after the big debate, with no clear winners, it looks increasingly like we will end up with either another coalition or a minority government – most likely Labour (who are on course to receive their lowest ever vote) propped up by a the SNP, the Lib Dims and an iffy rag-bag of tiddlers. So that’s England and the economy stuffed... at least we haven’t got any gold left to flog on the cheap. Our electoral system is now so skewered by devolution, dodgy deals and the obvious need for boundary reform that the wishes of most English voters look odds-on to be over-ridden. How long we’ll tolerate such a state of affairs is the question no-one in Westminster cares to ask or dares to answer.
The TV debate was bland fare, a far cry from the sort of public tear-ups party leaders like Harold Wilson and Alec Douglas-Home endured in front of thousands of animated voters at the Birmingham Rag Market. These made the weekly farce of Prime Minister’s Question Time look like a game of patty-cake. I remember watching Harold Wilson speak at a rowdy open meeting in 1973, held I think in the packed assembly hall of Eltham Green comprehensive school (Boy George's old alma mater). Wilson was brilliantly lucid and completely unfazed by either the heckles or the International Socialists demo outside. Could you imagine Miliband or Cameron risking that kind of public exposure? Today, press events are tightly controlled, the journalists vetted and the answers pre-scripted to the point of tedium.
Back in my Sounds days, when I was a Labour Party member, I interviewed Neil Kinnock for the paper just before the 1983 election. He was warm, garrulous and spoke from the heart. Unfortunately his undiplomatic off-the-cuff remarks about Arthur Scargill were picked up by the national press and used as a stick to beat him with. More regrettably after losing the 1987 and ’92 elections as well, Kinnock quit and leapt with his entire family onto the EU gravy train... the natural home for political failures.
Nigel Farage is in trouble for his remarks last night about HIV health tourists. Yet official figures show that more than half of those recently diagnosed with HIV were born overseas. You may not agree with everything Nigel says, I know I don’t. But it says a lot about modern politics that he can be roundly condemned for “scare-mongering” simply for telling the truth.
April 2. THIS time, no-one agreed with Nick. But tonight's ITV Leaders Debate only really heated up when Nigel Farage pushed the others' buttons. Moderated by Julia Etchingham, who looked like a younger, hotter Anne Robinson dressed as a sous chef, the two-hour marathon will have done little to change viewers' minds. No-one mucked up spectacularly, although Nutty Natty Bennett from the Greens seemed most out of her depth. Cameron appeared less glib than he had done under fire from Paxman; Miliband less evasive but over-rehearsed. He really needs to stop gurning. Nicola Sturgeon, the SNP's house-trained wildcat, impressed, although when she talked about the need for Scotland's voice to be heard many will have wondered when it isn't. The wee hobbit talked a good fight, but it's very easy to be anti-austerity when your bills are being subsidised by English taxpayers. Farage, sweating like a dray-horse with pneumonia, seemed the most genuine; Leanne Wood (I'd hoped she might) the warmest, Clegg plain feeble. The seven-strong line-up resembled Fifteen To One, sadly without the eliminations. Six of them were pro-European Union. So much for choice. Oddly defence and Islamism weren't important enough to be discussed.
Sixty years ago more than nine out of every ten voters backed either Labour or the Conservatives. The main parties stood for very different things then; now there's barely a fag-paper between them... which is why fringe parties are blooming. Immigration is still the issue that rattles liberals the most, yet even Plaid Cymru's Wood acknowledged that Nigel Farage was right when he said our politicians can't control the rate of migration while we remain part of the EU. It isn't racist to oppose open borders, it's common sense. Uncontrolled mass immigration puts an intolerable strain on jobs, health, housing and schools. How can millions integrate? Labour now acknowledge that their record on this issue in government was damagingly misguided (read demented) – but if they think they can sweep that under the carpet with a few comedy mugs, they're mistaken. All of this comes back to the European Union, which is why UKIP has grown so. The socialist case against the EU has been hushed up by the establishment in collusion with the media. For a cross party referendum campaign see here.
This year marks the 35th anniversary of Oi music, the blue collar punk movement often referred to as streetpunk. To celebrate, my band The Gonads are proposing to record an all-star version of the Cockney Rejects' definitive anthem 'Oi, Oi, Oi' featuring some of the scene's best loved musicians AND a choir consisting of Oi fans all over the world. The song will be recorded in south east London but anyone who wants to will be able to add their voice to the chorus. All you will have to do is record an audio clip and send it to a special email address which we will set up. That way the record will represent every part of the world. Oi started in the backstreets of London but has had an enduring echo around the globe. The Rejects sang "The kids they come from everywhere, the East End's all around' – and it is. Oi is the voice of working class punk, nothing more, nothing less. The special three track ep will celebrate that. It will be available as CD and download. There are plenty of exclusives on offer, and a big chunk of the profits will go to Care After Combat. Full details here.
March 31st. Honoured to have been invited to the Care After Combat Inaugural Gala Dinner tonight – a great turn-out for a cracking cause...
Earlier in the day, I recorded a podcast with brilliant comedian Terry Alderton. And if this is the picture I took when I was sober, you can imagine how blurred they were after the gala... It comes to something when you bump into Nigel Farage and you're more pissed than he is.
March 29. Below is a photo of the day Howard Stern annointed me his "Ambassador in
England"... and I still haven't had the Ferrero Rocher...
March 28. My latest The Hungry & The Hunted new music podcast is up and
running at Litopia with guests Alan McGee and Alias Kid playing live in the
studio. Featuring tracks from Ming City Rockers, The Amphetameanies, Shotgun
House, Iron Chin, 1Eye, The Crunch, Bambu Sauce, Last Seen Laughing, Kombi
Killers, The Cundeez, Phoenix 23 and more.
Buy tomorrow's Daily Star Sunday for a chance to win a copy of The Specials'
first album - still sounding as fresh and brilliant as it did 35 years ago.
The Specials by The Specials is re-released on Monday, along with More
Specials and In The Studio. All come with a whole CD of extras apiece.
March 27. Jeremy Paxman was on top form last night, subjecting Cameron and Miliband to the kind of grilling we don't see on Masterchef. Or now, sadly, Newsnight. Paxo kebabed the party leaders mercilessly. He clearly wrong-footed the Prime Minister with his questions about food banks, which have shot up from 66 to 421 under his tenure. "You talked about Broken Britain and fixing it," Paxman said. "You haven't." Ouch. The PM was on the ropes and it showed. Paxo kept up the pressure. ZAP! Have one on demeaning zero-hours contracts, you shiny git. BIFF! And your rich banker buddies. POW! And how about Immigration! Taxation! Government borrowing! Europe! The stuffing continued to a degree that even though most of today's papers declared Shameron the winner, the PM had in truth been badly exposed. Yes, he'd recovered his composure but Paxman's aggressive sparring showed that any decent opponent could land one right on his glass jaw.
So he's lucky he won't be facing one... Miliband despite being schooled on how to move and how to address the studio audience like chums, never seemed entirely convincing. He ducked their questions, preferring to coast along with memorised answers which sounded what they were – pre-scripted. Facing Paxman, he looked like a condemned man watching prison authorities assemble a gallows. Admitting that the Labour government's immigration policy had been "farcical", Ed refused to put a cap on EU migrants and looked decidedly slippery over Europe, Scotland and the so-called mansion tax. At the end he seemed so shaken that Paxo asked "Are you all right, Ed?" It's now being said, with some degree of truth, that Miliband wasn't as bad as his supporters feared while Cameron wasn't as good as his lot had hoped. Which is not much consolation for either the Labour Party or the electorate. The only winner was Paxman.
Labour's faith in 'social Europe' baffles me. The EU is entirely anti-social in its treatment of its people. Over 30% of the young working class are jobless in eight member states, and in Spain that rises to a whopping 50%. The EU is clearly to blame; the system encourages cheap foreign labour to undercut local wages, while the single currency prevents countries from rebooting their competiveness through devaluation. Very social. At home the Tories offer us more of the same – low wages, low productivity, job cuts, austerity and yet more immigration. Is that really a vision for our future? Britain's population will exceed 70 million by 2010, all in the name of "growth" that never seems to benefit the common man. Old certainties, the liberty our forefathers fought and died for, are being eaten up. Innocent until proven guilty? Gone. An Englishman's home is his castle? Going. Freedom of speech? More at threat from the "progressive" so-called Left than the fogeyish Tory Right. Global capitalism and its handmaidens in Brussels are twisting our country out of all recognition, and wringing the working class out to dry.
The prospects look worse for England and the English. Who speaks for us? None of the above. The country is being carved up in the interests of a global system that gives nothing back. It's hard to see what we get out of it. Our kids can't get decent jobs, first-time housing is unaffordable, our high streets are gentrified or homogenised, and if we tighten our belts much more we'll cut ourselves in half. Our views aren't even represented politically. Rather than present a real alternative, Labour are happy to offer more of the same, with the help of the SNP, which brings me to what Tam Dalyell called the West Lothian question. Essentially, why should Scottish MPs have a vote on purely English matters while England's MPs can't discuss Scotland? The English put up with a lot , but there is a limit to how long the people of the UK's biggest country will suffer being treated like second class citizens. So many issues are now devolved that we can't talk about British education, transport or health policy any more. The current arrangement is unfair to English voters. Scotland and Wales have their own Parliament and Assembly but they are still over-represented in the House of Commons. Scottish and Welsh MPs preside over English matters. English MPs have no reciprocal right. The Barnett formula gives about one third extra spending to Scotland for EQUAL need despite the worst poverty areas being found south of the border.
In these circumstances, with democracy stifled and liberties curtailed, the demand for an English parliament becomes a revolutionary one. We need our own parliament to ensure that legislation affecting England is proposed and implemented by MPs accountable to the English electorate alone. We need a referendum on EU membership for the same reason. Our future doesn't lie in Europe; it isn't our destiny to be over-regulated and bossed about by petty-minded Continental bureaucrats. We need to fight for an independent England that shapes its own destiny and trades with whoever we please as part of a greater anglosphere of English speaking peoples dedicated to freedom, liberty, tolerance, justice and enterprise. When he was sentenced in 1834, Tolpuddle Martyr George Loveless wrote: 'God is our guide, from field, from wave, from plough, from anvil and from loom; we come our country's rights to save, and speak a tyrant faction's doom. We raise the watch-word liberty; we will, we will, we will be free!' Now is the time to echo those words and fight to win back the freedoms we have lost. Once again lets us raise the watch-word, liberty. We will, we will, we will be free.
March 25. An updated version of my 1001 Reasons Why EastEnders Is "Pony" is now for sale as an eBook. Here's the Amazon link.
March 24. I recorded a new podcast yesterday with Maz and Sean from up-and-coming Manc lads Alias Kid and their mentor Alan McGee of Creation Records fame. The great McGee and I have at least two things in common – firstly, a keen interest in new and non-sanitised rock music and secondly a desire to know whatever happened to my old Sounds buddy Dave 'Dave Angry' McCullough. Last I heard, Dave was said to have wed a wealthy Septic and retired from the hurly-burly of life. No doubt he gets all the exercise he needs walking her guide dogs. Alas Kid play live in the studio on the show which also features tasty tracks from Ming City Rockers, the Cundeez, the Amphetameanies, Bumbu Sauce, The Crunch, 1Eye, Shotgun House, Knock Off and more, and should be posted by Saturday night.
March 23. What did the shrieking middle class mob who drove Nigel Farage and his family out of a pub yesterday dinner-time think they'd achieved? Because judging by the radio phone-in shows today all they actually managed to do was generate a mass wave of sympathy for the UKIP leader. You might not like what a politician stands for, but terrifying his kids makes you the wrong'uns in most voters' eyes. What will Dan Glass and co do for an encore? Barbeque the family budgerigar? The only way to beat UKIP is through rational argument, and that would require politicians who actually believe in something. Do we have any? Glass and the rest of his intolerant, abusive, group-think crowd should take a good long look at themselves in the mirror, then they might realise that they're the fascists now.
March 22. Best TV of the week: England vs France at Twickenham today, real heart-in-the-mouth, adrenalin-pumping drama which had me, and no doubt thousands of others, yelling at the telly as our boys won by 55-35 (despite trailing 15-7 after 26 minutes) – and were just one measly converted try away from outright Six Nations victory. Highlights? George Ford's incredible conversions, Courtney Lawes bringing down France's fly-half Plisson, and seven glorious tries, bringing our Six Nations total to eighteen... Low point? An England team still lumbered with the British national anthem rather than one of our own. Bring on Jerusalem, and roll on the World Cup!
March 21. The new Joe Strummer movie, I Need A Dodge, premiers at Koko in Camden on Wednesday 25th. My mates The Crunch are playing before the screening with an all-star line-up performing Clash and Strummer songs afterwards. Should be a great night.
Sorry to hear of the passing of Twisted Sister's drummer AJ Pero who has died aged just 55 apparently from a heart attack. Anthony Jude Pero, originally from Staten Island, New York played on the first four Twisted Sister albums, leaving the self-proclaimed "Sick Motherf**kers" in 1986. Singer Dee Snider says: "His sledgehammer assault on the drums helped drive Twisted Sister and I to greatness, and inspired me to rock every single show. My heart breaks knowing I will never feel the power of his beat behind me, or turn to see his face smiling broadly from the sheer joy he got from doing what he loved." AJ died while touring with his other band, Adrenalin Mob.
March 20. It is not my job in life to defend UKIP, who are big enough and ugly enough to defend themselves, but I can't help feeling this latest "expenses scandal" is being massively blown up by the media. MEP Janice Atkinson's chief of staff, Christine Hewitt, got secretly filmed asking for a moody bill in a Margate restaurant. Basically she tried to do the EU out of £2,000. UKIP immediately suspended Atkinson, and both she and Hewitt are being investigated for fraud. They did the right thing quickly, unlike say Ed Balls and Yvette Cooper who exploited the Additional Costs Allowance (ACA) to the tune of £44,000 a year by claiming their Stoke Newington residence as a "second home" and as far as I can see are still very much two of Labour's biggest beasts. Or Lib Dem David Laws who charged £40K for living in his partner's home but is still in government. Or former Home Secretary Jacqui Smith and the home she claimed to share with her sister (while her husband charged porn films to the poor old tax-payer)... cheeky chappie Tory Derek Conway who had his son on £10K a year as a "part-time research assistant" while he was actually studying full-time at Newcastle University... and our dear former Prime Minister, the saintly Gordon Brown who paid his brother £6K of our dough for cleaning services and submitted the same plumbing bill twice... My personal favourite will always be Douglas Hogg, MP, who charged voters £2grand to clean his moat. Well it's a big job. They say power corrupts, but a lax expenses system turns 99per cent of recipients into fiddlers... PS. That restaurant bill was actually £900. Not bad for thirty thirsty UKIP folk. Margate sounds like a bargain. PPS. Questions the media won't answer, Number 97: Why is there more out-cry over Hewitt's £2K than the on-going scandal of EU corruption? According to EU Home Affairs Commissioner Cecilia Malmstroem fiddling costs the EU at least £99BILLION per year, but is "probably higher". Bribery remains widespread and VAT fraud is colossal.
March 18. I can't get too excited about Osborne's budget, mostly because the Coalition promised to "eliminate" the deficit and we're still £90billion in the hole, with public spending set to rise by £5.5billion over the next year. So much for austerity. Sure, the debt-to-GDP ratio has declined but that's down to falling inflation and nothing to do with Geo. If you want real change – a Chancellor willing to pare back the state and set rational limits on the immigration that's eating away at working class wages – there's nothing for you here.
March 17. Out on 30th March, folks, special edition re-issues of all three Specials albums... the first two still sound great.
March 13. Sorry to hear of the death yesterday of Terry Pratchett, whose witty fantasy novels made him a global phenomenon. Hilariously, today Pratchett fans started a petition demanding that Death (a regular character in his books who always SPOKE IN CAPITALS) bring him back! Let's hope Sky reshow The Hogfather and The Colour Of Magic as a tribute to his brilliance. I think Sir Tel would have appreciated The Murdstone Trilogy, a warm funny send-up of lesser "phantasy" novels, written by Mal Peet who also sadly passed away earlier this month. It was Peet's first adult orientated book, a sharply observed satire and a joy to read.
March 11. How devious of Newsnight to try and spin the Clarkson row by having him defended by posh Kirstie Allsopp and monstered by pretend man-of-the-people Owen Jones. The obvious implication being don’t lose sleep over this wealthy reactionary warthog. Nice try, but it won’t have dented Jeremy’s popularity one iota. People love him precisely because he isn’t part of the right-on liberal establishment. He’s that rare thing, an off-message voice in the institutionally biased Corporation. And don’t they just hate the fact that BBC2’s biggest hit is also their most un-PC show? The Beeb would be nuts to sack him though, firstly because he makes them millions – Clarkson is Top Gear – and secondly because he the solitary fig leaf disguising their rather narrow, Guardian approved agenda... That isn’t paranoia. Academic studies show that the Beeb gives twice as much coverage to pro-EU voices as they do to critical ones. If Clarkson is punching BBC employees – and god knows they deserve it - then I hope his next target will be the creep who commissioned the patronising Great European Disaster Movie, a rather shabby recent drama about how terrible it would be if the European Union collapsed. (You’ll wait a long time to see them make a film about how catastrophic it would be if we stayed.) Has Newsnight ever examined the corruption and financial incompetence at the heart of the EU or its anti-democratic nature? Of course not. The Beeb also chose to be deliberately one-sided in their coverage of the climate change debate, contrary to the requirements of their charter. David Bellamy says he was frozen out of TV for daring to question global warming, a theory the Corporation treats like holy scripture. And as I may have mentioned before, my bookings dried up the moment I campaigned for an English Parliament. On a broader level, the BBC are part of the culture of censorship we are becoming. On tonight’s Newsnight, Owen Jones tore into Clarkson accusing him of “racism, sexism and homophobia” – the standard line of attack. Don’t engage with the argument, deflect it with smears. Clarkson is far too smart to be a bigot. He is an odd bod, though, not posh by birth but privately educated through his parents’ endeavour. So how did a plummy sounding, badly dressed bloke talking about cars become a people’s hero? Precisely because he punctures the pomposity of those who presume to police what opinions we’re allowed to have and what we are allowed to discuss.
Where to guv? ITV... Sky??
This blog won’t be back full time for a while yet as I’m still recovering from the after effects of last November’s crash. On a recent hospital visit I was treated by a warm and very smart Italian specialist who had the best comedy accent since Mind Your Language. He also had a very pretty, very petite brunette colleague with tiny hands, also from Italia, who did various reaction tests on me. As she stroked my face for what felt like eternity, the doctor said hilariously: “Hey, this is not Italy! You’re not supposed to seduce him!” If laughter were the best medicine, I’d have been cured on the spot...
While I’m here, here’s my latest new music podcast featuring Brighton band the Bar Stool Preachers playing live in the studio, http://litopia.com/bar-stool-preachers/ The show also packs in tasty tracks from Alias Kid, The Boys, The Crunch, Iron Chin, On Trial UK, Christine Sugary Staple, The Amphetameanies, X-Ray Junction, the Young Offenders and more.
Here is some old tramp, with the Bar Stool Preachers - one of the many exciting young bands
not getting the breaks they deserve in the jaded world of modern pop.
By a handy coincidence, the Preachers, Alias Kid and The Boys feature heavily in the current issue of Street Sounds, along with chats with the likes of the Dropkick Murphys, Chris Pope, Rhoda Dakar and the great Garry Johnson. You can order it from here or swerve the postage and pick up a copy from great independent shops like All Ages and Oi Oi The Shop in Camden.
STOP PRESS. Here I am at Bez's bed-in, between the Happy Mondays' dancer and his girlfriend Firouzeh on a reasonably happy Friday. We debated his anti-fracking cause on camera. I'm sceptical, but in this increasingly apathetic world I admire anyone who has the balls to make a stand for what they believe in. Bez's party, now renamed We Are The Reality Party, are said to be running second in Salford & Eccles. Could he do the unthinkable and over-turn the Labour majority? Bez certainly got me thinking about this poor kid's death:
While I'm here, the current issue of Street Sounds, which we're reading in the picture, is out now, featuring the Dropkick Murphys, the Boys, Chris Pope, Alan McGee's new protégées Alias Kid, Rhoda Dakar, Garry Johnson, punk and Oi in Argentina, and much more. Get it from here or from great independent shops like All Ages and Oi Oi The Shop in Camden.
At the other end of the political spectrum, earlier in the week I watched UKIP MEP Tim Aker go down a storm with about 70 local deaf people. No other party bothered to send a speaker. Labour said they would, but didn't call back; the Tories didn't even bother to reply. And of course Bez was in bed. Makes you wonder how many constituencies will 'do a Clacton' - if only to give the political class a boot up the jacksie. If Mark Berry is appealing to one lost generation, the apathetic working class young, UKIP connect largely with an older generation who feel they've lost their country and their voice. In their very different ways, UKIP, the SNP and Syriza in Greece offer something the establishment can't – hope, change and a listening ear.
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Feb 4. ISIS has released gruesome footage of Jordanian pilot Moaz al-Kasasbeh being torched to death by his captors. A sickening and barbaric war crime that makes you despair, although no doubt someone woolly-minded nitwit from the BBC will be on hand soon to tell us that it's not helpful to call the perpetrators terrorists. Maybe radicals or militants, would be better... or offended men of God... shall we have a quick focus group?
What do Islamic State and their supporters around the world hope to gain by their repulsive actions? Victory, clearly – and with good reason. Terrorism has proved the most effective tactic for "national liberation" for more than half a century. It's how the FLN forced the French out of Algeria, how the Mau Mau drove the British from Kenya and how the IRA achieved their place in government. Terror works, and that's why it thrives. The people who burn other people alive or shoot cartoonists or kidnap children can only do so because they believe absolutely in their cause, whether it be to drive Johnny Foreigner out of their homeland or to rid their region of an "infidel" religion. What can be done in the face of such belligerent certainty? What do the leaders of the West have to offer the world? The fashionable belief that all cultures and customs are equally valid has made us sitting ducks. If we no longer believe in ourselves then why should anyone else? Our politicians can waffle on about freedom, tolerance and equality until the cows come home, but their spines crumble when faced by opponents who are powered by a faith we can despise but cannot match.
Feb 3. Bez is to emulate John & Yoko's infamous bed-in. The Happy Monday's dancer will stage a seven day bed-bound protest at London's Montcalm Hotel next week with his girlfriend Firouzeh Razavi. No doubt other Madchester characters and minor celebs will pay him a call, and the sheets will hit the fans if anyone decides to bring along a sniffer dog. The stunt is a direct copy of the 1969 'Bed-In For Peace' when the Lennons laid in for a week at the Amsterdam Hilton; the difference being that Bez is not protesting against war but against shale gas fracking. "Frackers" are the new bogeyman for the modern, green/hippie crusty underground. What Montague Burns did next. But not everyone on the Left swallows the hysterical propaganda. Here is a guide to anti-fracking whoppers from spiked online. The only thing Bez says about his bed-in that I can fully agree with is that it'll "take the hassle out of what to do for Valentine's Day".
Feb 1. What does it mean to be a conservative in 2015? My latest podcast guest is Professor Roger Scruton, one of England's leading philosophers and the author of How To Be A Conservative, along with many other provocative and intelligent books which question the dominant left-liberalism of modern Western thought. The son of a working class Mancunian Labour Party supporter, Roger's contrary views were shaped by the 1968 Paris uprising when he realised that he was on the other side, the side that wanted to preserve rather than destroy. Scruton went on to bravely champion dissidents in Eastern Europe before the fall of Communism, and was banned from Czechoslovakia for his pains. One of the many subjects that concerns the prof more recently is the fate of England. He criticised English voters being excluded from the debate about Scottish independence last year, and has said that given the opportunity he would vote for English independence. His book England an Elegy was a stout defence of English values and virtues. In a free-flowing chat, we discuss intolerance of dissent on university campuses, free speech, the Labour Party, the Conservative Party's failure to conserve, the culture of spin, modern art and the Church of England. And I ask why he thinks that the belief in human progress is unreal. Literacy is widespread, we've beaten many diseases, our people are relatively prosperous. Isn't that progress? Is Roger Scruton really just a pessimist?