‘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 ...

‘If a man is not Socialist at 20 he has no heart. If he is not Conservative at 40 he has no brain’

By Monday, December 30, 2013 0 Permalink

A couple of months ago, an old friend and I decided to watch the entire House of Cards trilogy (the British version aired in the early '90s not the recent Kevin Spacey US version). We laughed at how dated it seemed and admired the brilliance that was Ian Richardson. I feigned mock horror at how it had shaped my  impressionable childhood mind about politics and was certainly part of the reason I ever became interested at all. The truth is, yes technology and attitudes have changed, and the way we work  is very different, the early '90s might as well be 60 years ago in that respect. But the Machiavellian machinations and base morals are all still as prevalent as ever, just hidden a whole lot better. Or perhaps the public have become immune. At least one knew with Francis Urquhart, who is possibly one of the most alluringly wicked TV characters of all ...

‘Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it’s getting’!

By Sunday, October 28, 2012 2 Permalink

So, it is that time of year again when we humans see fit to manipulate the time and turn the clocks back an hour so the UK is on GMT. It is my guilty admission that I do have a bizarre mental block when it comes to changing the clocks, Papa used to go round the house before bedtime to ensure that all the clocks and watches had been changed, and would, year after year try to explain it to me. I could never even remember whether we turned them back or forward and it was Mama who would always say that little mnemonic to me,' Spring forward, fall back'. One thing we all agreed upon was, that it was madness and made very little common sense. Disproportionately dark evenings, beginning at 16h in the afternoon means higher energy bills for everyone lighting and heating their homes and workplaces. It causes danger to those ...

Coffee, Tea, or Local Autonomy?

By Thursday, October 25, 2012 2 Permalink

In my more melancholic moments it can be a challenge for me to find something positive to say about Britain but I like to try, not just for my own sanity and because I inhabit the place, but also because I feel I am a bit too young or normal to start espousing the Daily Mail. But even the notoriously pessimistic French report in Le Monde says that we are on our knees! Forgive my lack of excitement for the 'news' that the UK is out of recession. One month of minor growth during the Olympics does not constitute a recovery or even the beginning of one.  Osborne's lack of long term strategy can not possibly be credited for any rise in GDP. While it is nice news it is just a mere blip I am afraid. In a week that elicited a sad sigh from me concerning Newsweek magazine ending it's print circulation and ...