Little Boxes – All the Same!

Viewing TV journalists pontificating on the news of Philip Hammond’s budget and willing him to make capitalism work, I became fixed on the voices of the two people debating the issues.

A black man and a white woman both young(ish), from where I am, journalists speaking in accent less tones with varying degrees of poshness. On any such news and current affairs programmes, close your eyes and listen and what will hear are numerous David Cameron’s and Theresa May’s.

What I get this is that “They -all sound- just -the -same” the metre matching those in the song “Lit-t-le box-es” who “all-look- just- the same.!”

 “Little Boxes” was written in 1962 by the folk singer Malvina Reynolds and when recorded by Pete Seeger went into the charts. One pundit saying “Its about about the conformist, quick-fix attitudes of middle-class Americans at the time.”

To the “doctors and lawyers and business executives” made out of “ticky- tacky” just add politicians and journalists ( of the political kind) and “Little boxes” is up to date only more so. The people who run our affairs and those who describe and judge them go unleavened by anything different. There are, increasingly, Labour exceptions, and lively they are too. One eliciting a letter to a newspaper in its praise. But few and far between.

There are those among politicians claiming to come from, a council estate who one can only assume an elocutionist lived next door..

So its altogether Now!

Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky
Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes all the same
There’s a pink one and a green one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same
*****
And the people in the houses
All went to the university
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same
And there’s doctors and lawyers
And business executives
And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same
***********
And they all play on the golf course
And drink their mar-tin-ies dry
And they all have pretty chidrren
And the children go to summ-er school
And then to the university
Where they are put in little boxes
And come out all the same.

end

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Rapidly Growing Old? Not Me Brov.

Lets get this clear there is no such thing as ” A rapidly ageing population!” (as in a BBC Trailer) One can only age at the same pace made up of hours, days, weeks, months and years as they come along in their own time. They will not be rushed.

Life doesn’t speed up even if the hours “seem” to go faster they will remain at 60 minutes. The people (and politicians) need not panic fearing of a Britain suddenly over-run by the very-very old.

This means there will be time to work out the best way of dealing with age in our communities. So Stay calm!

Quotes of many colours!

Tune into any TV or radio station’s current affairs programmes at any hour these days and you will find interviewers grilling someone, either the same person or another person on the same subject parroting the very same questions.

Why not save the money and have real parrots different colours for different stations with cards round their necks with names on them. Having learnt the interminable repeated questions they colours parroting thus Parrot! Parrot! parrot! Parrot! Parrot…..

 

 

 

 

Colwyn Bay’s (new) Jewel in its Crown.

Colwyn Bay’s second phase of its new promenade (Prominad in Welsh) designed to keep the seas at bay is near completion masked at the moment with stuff that spoils its picture. When its finished I’ll post a view.

In the meantime I can post a vision  that is a refurbishment by the work of the Welsh crafts people (although some may be from abroad (England) of one of the Bay’s features built for the convenience of our many visitors to our shore over the years.

When asked by one of the crafts person’s what I thought of their work I could only say “fabulous.”       See what you think?   By the way if it puzzles you a bit:

Yes! It is the Toilet!

I think you have to pay but surely its worth it.  All Iv’e got to do now is find how to attach it!

Here the very jewel ion Bay’s crown!

 

 

 

Crocodile tears wouldn’t have mattered if May had shed buckets full!

Its a bitter irony that the  Grenfell Tower fire should happen as Britain starts to negotiate  its way out of the European Union central to which is seen by some of  its main protagonists as  keeping out foreigners who are “enjoying” this countries  largess. Racism!

Those of  us who argued for withdrawal  from the EU on  economic and political grounds will though need to search our consciences and  ensure there does not lie within us any xenophobic trace and root it out.

The irony is piled on when you consider that the laggardly  response to the plea of middle east women and children to  people caught up in but denied asylum as practices by successive  governments meant that  they could have, some were  I believe, perished in the Borough of Kensington and Chelsea.

They would certainly have joined people housed in the worst possible conditions Britain can provide where private landlords, though not in this case,  make huge profits from their suffering. Some of their own amongst them profiting from the miseries they provide.

This is compounded by the disregard for tenants whose questioning of the dangers of the conditions lived in go ignored. When, as with Grenfell Towers, improvements are made more thought is given to its appearance in the eyes of its rich neighbours, by adding cheap cladding, while failing to fix safety measures such as sprinklers and alarms.

That Theresa May failed to make with the usual crocodile expected is the least of the concerns left in the flames of the towering inferno it shows up a system rotten to the core.

 

Le Care said it

I found this in Smiley’s People, Le Carre, featuring “your old service”(Labour), “George” (Watson) and my old trot mates

Trots “And there was a scandal George and your old service, the service you love, was involved with a notoriously revanchist outfit – volatile, talkative, violently anti detente -with all manner of anachronistic fixations – a total hangover from the cold war The very archetype our masters told us to avoid

The Old did for May as much as the young!

I find it puzzling that in the various analysis of the 2017 general election the older generation were all along said to be responsible for the ascendency in the Conservative Party’s vote.

I grew up and was active within two generations (at least) between 1945 to 1995 in a period of working class militancy unequalled in the 20th century and certainly since. This was at work, in the communities and in politics, with a small “p.”

We were the “Beat generation,” we “rocked and rolled,” took to “Flower Power” and to “Punk” as we thumbed our noses or “showed our arse” to the ruling class and authority in whenever it impinged on our rights Not just that but building on the struggles of the pioneers we organised and built the trade unions that secured the best wages and conditions ever seen for the working class and its allies.

Did its spirit fade in the face of middle of the road politics? If any section of the population is for turning, as “preached” by Tony Blair it is a section of the middle classes who are more likely to be bought for their votes.

So what? Well; can it be that Jeremy Corbyn’s manifesto and demeanour with a “gleam of socialism” relit the gleam in oldies eyes and they returned to its roots and Labour.

It can’t only be the young that Jeremy’s team appealed to. Labour’s popular vote rose by 3.5 million between 2015 and 2017, so it has to be more than the young hasn’t it? The older generation, has a serious claim to be a part of that

Roy Jones, Colwyn Bay.