June 2008 Archives

DAVID Davis MP’s decision to resign his seat and stand again on a freedom ticket has confused political commentators in the national press and the BBC.
That's because they don’t really “get� displays of principles in politics.
Politics is just a game to most of ‘em.
But many intelligent ordinary men and women up and down the country have no difficulty at all in appreciating the Tory politician’s decision to make a stand in defence of freedom.
One man told me that the hairs stood up on the back of his neck when Davis made his speech about forcing a by-election.
Davis spoke of “the insidious, surreptitious and relentless erosion of fundamental British freedoms�. He’s quite right, of course.

DESPITE all the snares and tares of wickedness abounding at this time, not to mention all the greed, stupidity, bullying and despair that are rife, I’m still tempted to observe: “Ain’t life grand!�
Well, there’s something about living in Wallasey that lifts my spirits anyhow.
Even though it’s not been much of a summer so far, me and Posh Boots have been out and about enjoying ourselves in the splendid old borough – and even going to pubs we rarely used to visit.

SUDDENLY the world seems very small.
We, its mortal inhabitants, feel jaded by it; whatever’s going on, we’ve seen it all before.
War rages around the planet, as it always has. Among the latest casualties, in the dust of Afghanistan, are three brave young Paras. I pray that God will bless their souls and comfort their families.
Meanwhile, away from the battlefield, the world seems degraded and dysfunctional.

THE world around us, the modern Western world, is jaded, sclerotic, complacent, and rapidly losing its self-confidence – so I’ve been trying to ginger things up by getting out and about a bit on the Wirral.
(I know, I’m never going to spark a revolution.)
First thing to record was that The Bards of New Brighton had a good opening night of poetry at our new home, the Magazine pub.
Two men, both called Ian, read very good stuff, and I was impressed by the poems of Newbie, who sometimes leaves comments on this blog.

I GORRA nasty shock last weekend when I discovered the pub where our poetry club meets had closed for business.
That was a bit of a shame because The Bards of New Brighton, which I set up a year ago, had met every month since at the Little Brighton Inn and we’d become quite used to the place.
Honestly, pubs are struggling as never before to pull in punters, with quizzes, live music and all sorts of promotions, but it doesn’t seem to do any good.
They are closing at an alarming rate.