on the UK general erection
I am writing this on the Tuesday before a bunch of posturing pricks, and persons sans pricks, get, or don’t get, our vote, so you will be reading this in the full knowledge of the outcome.
A move to the left seems inevitable, and that seems odd as the EU, beloved of our left, seems to be moving right, so I am likely to wake up on Friday to a Labour government. My only hope is that the majority is nowhere near what some of the polls are predicting.
The other possibility that bothers me is that, if Labour win, there will be a repeat of what happened at the GLC election of 1981 where Labour won, but within 24 hours the man who had lead the party to that victory was deposed by the hard left of the party.
Here in the UK we are still trying to recover from the last Labour spell in power, so, for me, the thought of another term of spending money that we don’t have, most of which will be wasted, is abhorrent. But we are a democracy and live by the results. Fortunately, for me, I don’t have too many years left to suffer a Labour win. A lot of you do though, and I think that you are going to regret electing a Labour government. As my Mum used to say, you make your bed, you lie in it.
Good luck.


