Finally, the election is upon us. I am desperate for a Labour win. My feelings can be summed up by a phrase a friend used recently about the situation – “I can handle despair, it’s the hope that’s killing me!”
Seriously, my nerves are shot. It was one thing when MayBot announced the election and the feeling was that, with the state of the opinion polls, a Tory victory appeared almost certain. Now those numbers for the Tories have all but evaporated, and it’s too close to call.
I don’t think mainstream electoral politics has been this inspiring sine the mid 90s. Yes, it might have been Blair, and we all know what followed. But at the time of the 97 election the Tories were hated and falling apart. Blair had a broad appeal to the middle ground, and particularly women voters. At the same time people knew that change was actually possible. Continue reading
The onslaught against Jeremy Corbyn’s leadership continues, although sadly the main culprits have come from within the Labour Party itself. Corbyn looks likely to win, but even then, the Labour right are unlikely to stop their attacks. But as he fights back, you get the feeling that even amongst his own support some are wavering.
Not the hardcore Corbynistas within Momentum, Corbyn’s group within the Labour Party. There is no doubt they are committed to the very end. It’s more those who either joined, or at least turned hopefully towards the Labour party, when he originally stood as leader. They agree with all that he stands for, but now fear he may be genuinely unelectable. Continue reading
On 11th June I turned 34. It’s fair to say that more has been packed into the month since then than in the entirety of my 33rd year.
England played their first match at the European Championships against Russia on my birthday. If anything, we should be thankful for the England football team, because so far they are the only thing that has maintained consistency, i.e. disappointment. For the money those lads get paid, that’s the least we can ask for. Continue reading