Thursday, July 22, 2004

Funky Days Are Back Again

What a great day that was/is.
The boy has been on superb form for the past two days now - things are looking up. He's currently in his room with his mate who goes back home to Iceland at the weekend, so the boy won't see him until the holidays are over. At least they are going to the same big school after hols.
Work today was great, with important stuff to get on with coming my way. I'll tidy all that away tomorrow in readiness for my week's leave.
I'm popping back home to Irvine next week, so hopefully a pint with tnr and radical postman will be in the offing, although the latter is on the by-election trail for the SSP at the moment.
The boy will get the chance to catch up with his Jock cousins, which always thrills him.
I came across a great piece in this week's Spectator, with the wonderful title of "The Tories are in such a poor way that they have to start telling the truth." The title alone makes one read it, but it is a great analysis of the opposition.
One has to go through a registration process to log into the Spectator website, but, at no cost, it is well worth the brief hassle as it contains some of the best political writers around. Most are on the right, but they are entertaining, nevertheless.
There's also an unintentionally funny piece from Leo McKinstry in which he argues, quite rightly, that with the Treasury spending plans that have been announced this week, Blair is buying his way back into the affections of the traditional Labour vote. This, McKinstry says, means that Britain is being pushed against its will further and further to the left!! Yes, dear readers, to the left!
While we can shake off McKinstry's more absurd claims of Blair taking us on the parliamentary road to socialism, the writer does have a point about the PM trying to buy the next election.
The nonsense that Blunkett came out with this week, Brown's spending plans, Darling on transport (generally welcome, but not quite thought through) and Reid on the NHS, all short-term measures to try and get the third term.
What's missing from Blair's own calculations, however, is that the majority of the British public think he is a lying bastard.
That doesn't stop his friends in the media slavering over his every word, however.
Take the absurd comment from the BBC's political commentator Andrew Marr on the evening after the debate on the Butler inquiry when he said, without any hint of irony, that, although the majority of the public no longer trust Blair, in terms of the commons debate "he came through that unscathed."
The political elite certainly live in a cocooned world. That little square mile around Parliament Square is a world apart from the lives the rest of us live - and very scary that can be at times.
Back to the mundane, Stiff Little Fingers are on the turntable and I'm off to uncork a bottle of wine.


Blogger Jim said...

Your forthcoming visit is eagerly anticipated. With apologies to the Radical Postman, I won't bother posting you the 2 CDs of Surf Music and Finnish Jazz Rock, I'll give you them when you get here.

You're not up Sunday by any chance??????

7:35 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Glad you are feeling better (but worried about your mood swings). Glad also that you read the Spectator and comment so concisely on its contents, thereby saving me the bother of reading it.
I am resisting the temptation of reading a third Pelecanos in as many weeks so, having read and enjoyed my first Walter Mosley, picked up an Elmore Leonard instead. Could we describe him as George P without a social conscience? Perhaps ...

9:40 am  
Blogger Darren said...

Check out the novels of Carl Hiaasen if you get the chance - well recommended.

7:31 pm  
Blogger The Radical Postman said...

Reidski, good to hear you are looking out your passport for a return to 'yer ain folk'.
Im at the byelection Thursday, you'r welcome to join us, Ive got a spare rosette and it might give you a taste for socialist activity again.
Friday would be good for me though.

8:33 pm  
Blogger Reidski said...

I arrive on Irvine soil late on Tuesday at mater and pater's, so we'll take it from there on the drinky front. Friday with Radical sounds good.
Mood swings? Mood fucking swings? I could hardly say goodnight to the boy tonight. My head is truly and utterly fucked up! And it's his birthday tomorrow.
The very notion of me being any sort of "father" is absurd.

11:51 pm  

Post a Comment

<< Home