Britpop/Brexit

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Jon Savage raises the interesting idea that the Britpop moment was related causally to this catastrophic Brexit thing we’re needlessly going through.

It did somehow contribute to the re-continuation, re-construction of a type of English identity. The Blair worked for me up until Iraq. Then I voted Green.

Now, any form of sentimental nationalism which I may have once indulged in – like eating nostalgically from an over-rich box of Christmas chocolate liqueurs – just makes me want to VOM.

I tried listening to Vaughan Williams ‘Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis’ a few months back & I just could stomach it. UKIP have ruined such previous apparently harmless rural Edwardian fantasies.

Sleaford Mods as Savage points out in his article. Just that.

 

 

 

Sanctioned for being sacked, refusal to help, no disability adviser at Ashton Jobcentre. Universal Credit isn’t working.

The poor side of life

Dear readers, Thursday seems to arrive very quickly. Today was cooler with a bit of rain and I think that we all felt the difference. Many thanks to everyone that sent their best wishes to us all this morning via Facebook and Twitter. Believe me, we need it, numbers are low these days and your kind thoughts make all the difference.

I’ll list the cases that we came across today like I usually do, please note that everyone was handed a food parcel if needed, copies of our survival guide and the leaflet from Unite Community. I also checked that everyone was ok and if needing signposting we signposted them.

I arrived five minutes early and there was already a queue for the food parcels. I had a chat with everyone asking how they were and if there had been any updates with their situations. Sadly no one has a…

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words in the night

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as i was leaning from my 9th floor balcony taking this picture i was aware of words being said over & over again in the street below

for a while i thought it was a rap or someone performing

but they were getting louder & i realised that the man who was walking below my balcony – i could hardly make out what he was like in the deep twilight, but seemed to be wearing a long coat (the temperature has just dropped dramatically) – was saying over & over again as he walked up the hill

in a rhythm which emphasised each word individually:

‘assume – nothing’

‘assume – nothing’

‘assume – nothing’

as if he was saying the word ‘assume’ individually & the word ‘nothing’ couldn’t be assumed to be following it

as if he was trying to drive the thought into his skull