Out! Out! Out!

Well, it looks as if we might have some sort of Conservative government coming up, albeit one drizzled with the faintest hint of orange.


For months I’ve fretted about this prospect. But in the last few days, I’ve been coming around to the idea. You see, since 1997, I’ve been torn between loathing the Blair/Brown project and remembering that it’s, like, Labour, and they’re meant to be, y’know, the good guys.

In a bizarre way, the Thatcher years, for all the selfishness and philistinism and yuppies and the miners’ strike and the Poll Tax and Clause 28, were a time of delightful moral certainty. We were right and they were wrong. The only difference now is that the Wicked Witch has been replaced by the Slightly Camp Gammon Robot. I’m almost relishing the battle. Boots laced; badges fastened; spraycan in the inside pocket. Now, where are my fingerless gloves?

(From an idea prompted by Slaminsky. Picture by Susannah Davis, from the 1989 NUS anti-loans march.)

PS: Or maybe not...

PPS: As you were. [Sigh]