‘Que Sera Sera, Whatever Will Be Will Be…’

When I woke up this morning, for a split second I didn't remember that yesterday Britain left the EU, the Prime Minister resigned, London and other places wanted to be a Republic and there was basically no Opposition. Like when you lose a loved one, in the first few seconds of the day you forget, and everything seems as it should be, and anything else is just a weird dream.  Yet as I opened the curtains and let the sunshine flood the room, I looked out the window at the early morning peace and quiet and noticed that usual knot in my core, present for so long, was no longer there. I felt a sense of openness and warmth towards myself and the world. I remembered what did go on yesterday, but today was a new day full of exciting opportunities. The first day when looking back is no longer ...

‘The Truth must dazzle gradually, or every man be blind’

Out and about on dull errands in drizzly unfestive England today, I thought back to last weekend when I was in Paris. The Dickens line, 'a tale of two cities'  has never seemed so accurate. Paris has always been my quick getaway for me time to reboot. I've never taken for granted the miracle that is Eurostar, to hop on a train in London avoiding airport mayhem and arrive in the centre of Paris in less time than it can take to get to Newcastle. I've even been known to go for the day, where a few hours tricking my senses with different food, streets and sights can make me feel like I've had a fortnight a million miles from home. How different these two Capitals have always felt from each other, and now more than ever after the recent killings in Paris. After a peaceful, relaxing and invigorating weekend we arrived back at Gare ...

‘An Essex Epiphany’

By Friday, October 10, 2014 0 Permalink

With the by-elections in the UK being dominated by UKIP publicity I had decided to avoid the results for as long as I could. Not being a compulsive phone fidget or living my life online it was relatively easy, until friends starting texting me because they know what I'm like. Mea culpa. For someone who swore off politics I do seem to spend a lot of my waking moments (and some sleeping ones) concerned with it. Who'd have thought Clacton would ever generate headline news! You can read all the 'what lessons can be learned ' dross in the press or listen to the pundits and academics dissecting the results ad nauseum with stats and comments we've heard a million times if you really want to wallow in negative energy, and make yourself miserable about the state of the nation. How ashamed we should feel to have in parliament someone who represents disenchantment. I felt dissapointed at ...

‘The Party Line’

By Tuesday, September 30, 2014 0 Permalink

Around this time several years ago the boyfriend said quite out the blue, that I should return to my first love. I snapped out my trance like state staring at the party conference on tv and looked at him in confusion. "What"? He pointed to the screen."Why pretend? Politics is your one enduring love, you fight it and stayed away but maybe it's time to admit you hate it so much because you love it, and go back to it all". He was right of course, he knew me, and loved ones are annoying like that! Naturally, I ignored him and cut my nose off to spite my face! Until recently. On the eve of October, the cusp of Autumn, it seemed apt to catch up and blog about the current state of play on the political scene after the Scottish referendum and in light of the political events over the last few months. It ...