Thursday, 6 October 2011

Fantasy politics

There is a sort of cosy, rather smug and introverted political coterie living in a fantasy world of political gossip and rumour, a lot of labrador-like wriggling with pleasure at name and face recognition, and an utter and complete disconnect with the world the rest of us live in. During conference season this lot are in seventh heaven. They all have more in common with each other than with the rest of us. The wrist-flapping twittering jejune excitement - "The shadow junior fisheries minister has just bought a fairy cake! It was yellow!" - is the same (one imagines) at pertains at a Star Trek groupies conference when Leonard Nimoy is spotted in the foyer. 


Outside the fantasy world of the conference halls, where no one gives a shit about the shape of the starfleet sash worn in series IV, or how the fantasy chancellor will spend non-existent money in the fantasy future, the real Britain is fast becoming a bleak and desperate place. This week I experienced the most pathetically inept attempt at pickpocketing you can imagine; as I stepped back and frowned in admonishment at the respectably dressed 30-something Afro-Carib lady whose fingers had tried to enter my jacket pocket she was deeply embarrassed and fled. Clearly not her usual occupation. Ticket and shop counters resound to the arguments of the poor trying to get refunds or exchanges and they are often the victims of each other. The newly-arrived African woman who had bought from a station tout a used travelcard that was actually just the receipt portion that someone had left in the machine and was crying at the penalty fare being imposed; the Addison-Lee wall mounted ashtrays hanging broken-open all over the city as the desperate lever them open to get at the dog ends, and the small joints of meat in the local Tesco now all routinely security-tagged all tell the tale of growing financial pain and desperation a million miles away from the twee fantasy world of the political class. 


Richard North has his finger close to the pulse and is aware of the danger. Quentin Letts wrote about it yesterday. Today in the Guardian even John Harris knows it. He writes;
The murky id of the Conservative party is defined by those ideas, but parts of Labour are surprisingly open to a similar approach. On left and right, politicians who fear that kind of future should realise the urgency of the moment. Politics needs new ideas, language and voices. The bubble that has defined the past three weeks must be burst – before it's far, far too late.

6 comments:

Barnacle Bill said...

It was far too late when the offspring of unmarried parents knew they had got away with their expenses scandal.

Anonymous said...

It hasn't really got any better under this new lot has it?

Coney Island

Greg Tingey said...

Time for a really radical solution.

Every PM since 1979 is a traitor (We got the Falklamds' war because of the madwoman's defence cuts) and every PM since has followed the same path, whilst simultaneously eviscerating society from bothe "Right" and "Left", and incrasing their authoritarian control.
It's got to stop.

The penalty for treason used to be daeth.
It should be again, as it should be for piracy (not murder - harde3r to be certain)

Going back ..
Cameron, Brown, Blair, Major, Thatcher should be tried, found guilty and HUNG.

Like the rioters last month, they THOUGHT they could get away with it.
Time to show that ... no, they can't.

outsider said...

Mr Wuffinga,
Your two latest posts are utterly true, truly revealing and profoundly depressing.
Add in the latest economic policy moves and it is hard to be positive.

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Bill Sikes' Dog said...

Given the Labour Party's approach to finance , I would've thought it more appropiate to report " The shadow junior fairies minister has just bought a fish cake "