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Friday, 31 January 2014

To Eddi Reader... @eddireader


Eddi- I read about the personal attack on you from Lord Steel, a man who has lived a privileged life away from the world of work and toil through his being a professional cap doffer and scourge of the working class since his very young days. A man that has used his unelected, hard working tax payer funded position in a forum that puts the UK in the undemocratic league along with Royal and familial and aristocratic led countries such as Saudi Arabia and Syria.

Your music- especially your Burns music, was the music our now teenaged son grew up too. He loved it and it was a brilliant immersion into Burns. Your music was part of my teenage and early twenties score. "Perfect" was and is, a tune that immediately pulls me from introspection and gladdens my heart as it did years ago in my "indie post punk sulk."

Steel's part in Scottish history, and his party's dreadful sham, broken promises to the electorate through the years, and their disgraceful bolstering of the Tories in their robbery of the working class, will largely, hopefully, nae positively be forgotten as Scotland moves confidently, happily on into a 21st Century of social democracy and towards a real socialist, wholly democratic and equal society. The Scotland Burns dreamed of and the Lords, aristocrats, corporate elites, their lackeys such as Steel and Etonians tried to thwart.

And a Scotland fit for my son who dreams and strums and drums and smiles to your beautiful interpretations of the Bard's words. 

Photos from my essay and photo essay from the Independence Rally in September 2013. More here

Monday, 27 January 2014

W.W.1

"Your king and county need you, Ye hardy sons of toil.

But will your king and country need you when they're sharing out the spoils?"

Sunday, 26 January 2014

Glasgow War Celebrations...

I am ready to be corrected- but Glasgow during WW1 had a huge anti-war movement led by Maclean, Maxton, Gallacher,Shinwell, Wheatley etc.

Isn't it a huge insult to the non-violent working class movement that made Glasgow a cold place 4 war mongers Lloyd George and Churchill,
that the first of Camerons celebrations of that dreadful, awful mass murder of its sons is to be held in Glasgow? I want to show my opposition to this by being on the steps of Glasgow Cathedral as the great and the rich celebrate the murder of my Great uncles and the mental breakdown and early death of my Great grandfather, my grandfather's early life with a father so badly affected by what he saw he wanted to kill the factory owner who urged the Loyal Sons of Ulster to march together into the hard  smurr of machine gun death, and tell them and their God to f*** off.

A God, a minister or anyone who unquestioningly marks the beginning of this war for profits and foriegn stolen lands to exploit, is a traitor to the memory of those who died and suffered.

Sunday, 19 January 2014

Socialist Consumerism..?

I've been doing a lot of buying "stuff."  This is what I've bought in the past few days.




A short interview with the author on the life of Eva gore-Booth and the book HERE



I had asked this on FB: 
Could someone point to me where I could find a few old 2000AD stories- one was called, i think, "monkey on my back," about a sentient robot bomb (a future shock? Though it isn't in the future shocks collection i have...). The other two were Judge Dredd stories about a sweet that was amazingly addictive and about bubbles people could spray and then jump off buildings. Are any of these in any collections I can easily access?

So - someone replied that the two Dredd stories are in this volume.  

On the sentient Robot, a friend said, "Toby Ritty I remember that story, Neil. It was a sort of a take on 'the scorpion and the frog'. The while 'it's in my nature' idea. It was pre 1990, maybe '86-'88. It was either a Future Shock or a Ro-Busters short. Maybe a Cam Kennedy piece? Ooof, it'll come back to me...."

More info would be appreciated... 


And these for my wife... 


And I want these cushions from zazzle.co.uk...




Socialist Consumerism...



Monday, 13 January 2014

Commodity Fetishism...

I bought a new piece of tech. I bought a record player. A cheap one. This may sound weird, but I had been thinking of when I was wee, and I used to play my mum and dad’s small collection of records over and over again on their mono record player. “Beach Baby,” “Merry Xmas Everybody!” “Nobody’s Child,” and the songs that were bought for us children, “Long Haired Lover From Liverpool,” and the weird, but beautiful “Peter and the Wolf.”
I remember the player very well – I can’t remember the make of it. But it was a bulky piece of kit, made from I guess, mock leather covered chipboard and plastic. I remember the smell of the player, clean, plastic and warm. And I remember looking through the grill to try to see the small people who MUST be singing the songs. How did they know which songs to sing? In my young mind, it was logical – they were reading the label. So I remember drawing a record and cutting it out. I drew a “track” with a biro – so the needle would know how to get to the end and lift off again. And I wrote the name of the song I wanted to hear. I can’t remember what this was. Of course, it was a disaster when I tried to play it, but this experiment made me ask questions and through time and persistent questions of “Why? But Why? Why?” I learned how sound worked.




I’ve always loved music. I’ve always been fascinated by music. In third year, I got 100% in my music exam, but dropped the subject because coming from a working class background, and coming from a very protestant town, art and music and beauty were not given much prominence. Looking back, this decision was strange. I could have learned an instrument, and I insisted on dropping woodwork and metalwork for art – I was the first person in my school allowed to drop these crucial working class topics in my school.

My room back in the eighties.  Hi-tech...

I needed to buy a new one. I still have a stereo over in Northern Ireland, but I remember it jumping a lot, and I wanted something that would play my small collection without scratching what has remained intact for twenty years of non-play.



I’ve always collected stuff, from comics to magazines, books, newspapers and records, seeing the value in history and in beauty and skill in drawing, writing, photographing. All of these things have been discarded, except for a few records – the ones I valued the most.



I still have a small collection of albums and 12” singles. All of the survivors are the ones I bought to survive. Tapes were the handiest thing to carry to other people’s houses or abroad on holiday. My etiquette for buying either vinyl or cassettes was, vinyl was forever and cassettes for albums I thought might be disposable. I was wrong about some of those tapes though- "The Luxury Gap" Heaven 17, "Dare" The Human League, "Too Rye Aye," Dexy’s Midnight Runners, “The Dreaming,” Kate Bush and "The Lexicon of Love" ABC being five examples of the many I have repurchased on mp3 as for me, they have stood the test of time. However from the mid-eighties onwards, tapes became the chosen way I bought albums and I bought few singles.




Very few of my singles have survived. I brought those over to Scotland with me twenty years ago to stick on my student digs walls, and because of the frequent moves, I gave them to a charity shop. I usually bought singles for one of two reasons – one , I thought the single was great, but I wasn’t sure I would like to spend the cash on the whole album and two, I might spend the money on the album if the B side stood up to scrutiny.



 One remaining survivor is the Theme to Chariots of Fire. I remember my mum at the time asking had I heard the tune. I had thought she had meant the song, “Swords of a Thousand Men,” which I had heard and thought was absolutely amazing. Eventually I heard the tune she meant, and though I think the music nowadays has been played to death, what has to be remembered at the time it was so original - the use of electronica as orchestral music was dazzling. Vangelis was a master at this and I taped “I’ll find my way home,” and others at the time from the radio. This led me to buy the tape of Chariots of Fire; something I thought may not stand the test of time because it was theme music for a film – and something that would never be shown to my mates. It wasn’t cool. But like the film, it is still fresh. Electronica split lots of teenagers into “I love it/ I hate it” peer groups – I kind of straddled both camps. Good music was good music to me. I remember having the debates, especially when New Order’s “Blue Monday” was big, and I loved to play devil’s advocate in both camps depending on who I was debating with.



Also amongst the remnants of a once massive singles collection were Ram Jam, "Black Betty," Visage "Mind of a Toy," Toyah, "I want to be Free," Ultravox, " The Voice," and its brilliant B side, "Paths and Angles,"and Vic Reeves and the Wonderstuff, " Dizzy." Only the singles I didn’t perhaps rate highly, or didn’t think would be good for my student image remain. With the exception those I’ve mentioned, the others were jukebox rejects from a place my mum used to work.



I love Ultravox’s “Paths and Angles.” It really reminds me of my trench coat anguished teenaged days. It was one of those B Sides that turned out to be as good as the A side… like “Hard Times,” on the B side of The Human League’s “Love Action” was another one.



Every album I re-listened to over the weekend really sounded the way it was meant to (I have a good pair of speakers I can plug into the wee player). But my remaining albums are mostly Joy Division and New Order, as are the 12” singles. Unfortunately my collection is broken because I once leant “Unknown Pleasures,” Joy Division’s second album, to a co-worker in a charity shop 18 years ago. But the stark, industrial wasteland that was Thatcher’s early eighties; the grey hopelessness that is the landscape the Tories have blighted working class communities with again, played through small, tinny speakers or with the bass turned low, was the true sound of the stark early eighties. The very sound makes me think of my teenage cold bedroom in Northern Ireland with frost on the inside of the window... And how incredible Heaven 17’s “Penthouse and Pavement” sounds and how superbly politically left wing these top ten groups were – fighting against the encroachment of Thatcherism – something the music community needs to do again more than ever.



I’m looking forward to trawling car-boot sales, charity shops and junk shops for elusive eighties quality political pop. One of the first groups I would like to rebuild a collection of is Aztec Camera, with their sunny songs and stark, political lyrics, the misunderstood and misused “Good Morning Britain,” being high on the list, as are The Associates, of which I still have one, later, album.




I think of those hours I spent in record shops sagely pondering record sleeves. Small independent shops in Banbridge, Portadown, Craigavon, Belfast, San Antonio, Dublin...




And of course the record section in Boots and Woolies. And rushing home, expectantly and preparing myself for the first play, making everything perfect so I can envelop myself with the music, the image and the sleeve notes... Just fantastic. Something today’s young people who purchase almost anonymous MP3’s – sounds with no connecting sleeve notes and tactile weightiness of the sleeve and the vinyl – that are instantaneous and almost disposable. Easily attainable pop, that loss or scratch or corruption does not really matter as it can be quickly downloaded to a phone again, if wanted.



Listening to some of my collection like Joy Division’s “Closer” this weekend has been such a forgotten pleasure- I never bought it, or a few of the others on cd or mp3 so it is probably more than 15 years since I heard the whole album. I forgot how substantial and meaningful holding an album cover with notes and lyrics on the inner sleeve could feel. Something not throw away nor just bits of data. A real part of the people who created it.

Pressed vibrations, moving air molecules from the needle through to the speakers, straight to the ossicles and cochlea. Bliss.


Tuesday, 7 January 2014

Marina Ginesta

Marina Ginesta

– Spanish Civil War communist – has died at 94.

Monday, 6 January 2014

Clubbin'

I was sad to read, one of my old haunts, The Coach Inn in Banbridge may be closing it's nightclub.

The Coach, back in the 80's, we were told, was one of Europes biggest clubs, and every week it was packed to the gunnels in a way few other clubs in Northern Ireland were in the '80's and early 90"s.

The real beauty of The Coach was not Brian the DJ, Brian or Miles Scullion's music, decor or style taste; nor was it the fact that it was an escape from the drudge of the building site, shoe factory, office or dole that was relatively cheap and open three nights a week to show off your top shop/River Island cool.

No.

The Coach brought together young people who had been torn asunder by 11 plus and 'religious' schooling. It brought together farmers and towny, City folk, trendy, punk and square. It was the place to be if you were labourer or Doctor... And music, hairstyles and fashion levelled all... Or just craic.

The lights and the smoke and the drink and the tightly packed bodies a heady mix of euphoric posing and banter.

And soap operas were faught out in that place, from the dance floor to the cocktail lounge and manys the night you went from no goat's toe,  strutting peacock to slug with one look or word or dancemove from that weeks love of your life.

The dancefloor heaved, writhed, jumped and gawked to Belouis Some, James, Cool and the Gang, New Order,  Wham! The Jam and Morrissey and you left exalted or deflated or in the search for a house party or lock-in.

And you swore never to go back until the grey mundanity of dreich morning commutes had you buzzing in anticipation for the weekend when you longed for that queue, on freezing nights or muggy and the fear of Davey not believing you were 18; the first taste of that freedom pint as the music blared 2001: A Space Odyssey, the dry ice hissed and we all looked cool straddling the divisions of our culture, rich, poor, catholic or protestant.

Sunday, 5 January 2014

Review: Ubik

I just finished Philip K. Dick's "Ubik." I really enjoyed it... But like all classics, and this is perhaps the ultimate Dick classic, the plot twists have been used by others so often, but the actual story - the lead up and the "why's" are truly original.

Set in the near future, it includes dialogue with "the near dead," psychic corporate spies and security firms, and an attack in which slacker Joe Chip and his team find themselves the victims of rapidly accelerating ageing, while time starts to run backwards.

Apparently this is going to join the ever increasing Philip K. Dick movie adaptations.

I love Dick's easy, but intelligent american mystery novel style of writing. His characters are always well rounded- and he always throws in doubt - characters you are never sure about, are they telling the truth? Are they evil or good? Why did they suddenly appear?

There are two great women characters in this story-- key to the story- who I hope are fleshed out more by a good film director. And the two main male characters - Joe Chip and his boss Runciter will need two credible actors.

A really worthwhile read. 4.75/5 and I look forward to the film!

Saturday, 4 January 2014

Review- American Hustle

Last night I saw 'American Hustle.'

I hadn't known anything about the movie and it was a wonderful surprise.

All of the actors were incredible -
Christian Bale was unrecognisable- how he looked and his "nearly" understated performance was, well, riveting. Jennifer Lawrence was also outstanding, Bale's characters line describing her as the "Picasso of passive-aggressive karate" should go down in cinematic history as the best description of a character ever; Amy Adams was the epitome of scheming ambition; Bradley Cooper played psychosis -and wounded dove- again brilliantly - there really wasn't a weak performance ( De Niro plays his small part better than anything he has done in 20 years).

Every character was played as just a little less clever than they thought - Lawrence's character's observances on life were just amazingly toecurling and Bale's 'I have a plan,' line was delivered confidently with everyone in the cinema knowing they have a pal that has that pretence of confidence and they never really have a plan...

These people just out acted every other actor in Hollywood. This was an ensemble of todays best actors - with De Niro passing on the baton.

The total sweat squeezing, heart pill popping madness of the four "partners in crime" is amazing. Every one if them a sociopath; every one of them believeable and in their world, frustatingly _likeable_... This movie should get oscars oscars oscars- and those for hairstyles alone (on the male characters!).

And not just the four main characters. Every character from the mob through the Mayor to the cops were such studies in shallowness or depth that any writer and actor need to take copious notes.

If I had any criticism, it was about 20 mins too long. But as the french new wave directors used to say, every bon et mot ( whatever that translates to I dont know- but what I mean is nothing was wasted screen time!). This movie doffed its cap to (and in my opinion looked better than) Goodfellas and quite a few other movies set in that era.

Moveover Tarantino (who in my opinion has only made two decent films anyway) and to some extent Scorsese,  David O Russell has just kicked you (and quite a few others) out of the way for best director in a generation! 

As I said, I hadn't known much about the movie before I saw it, and won't spoil it for anyone- but I recommend you go see this before the hype kicks in. Line after line, scene after scene, hairstyle after hairstyle will be shown to death on The One Show and Graham Norton etc.

I give this 4.75 out of 5

Trailer here...

Friday, 3 January 2014

Some thoughts on giving up booze...



Ah... Hangover free. My New Years Day is almost like as if Carlsberg did sobriety... But they don't and anyone that drank that last night knows about it. But not me for only the fourth time in 30 years...

One of those hangover free festive seasons was back a few years ago. A mate did a photo essay following me around taking photos at the G8 and the events surrounding it when it came to Scotland. After seeing the pics (and wasting most of my morning in Edinburgh at the Make Poverty History march with a huge hangover and then after the march starting on to the booze again...) I went off booze for a year (and blogged about it here if it still exists!). I missed the deadline by 13 days- this video is of me going back on it (listen to the commentary- it explains why...)



I think without that year off, and the subsequent realisation that I didn't really miss the booze, I wouldn't be where I am now. After I went back on it, I took the attitude that if I was going to wreck myself with drink, it might as well be good quality stuff- like Billy Connolly did after Pamela Stevenson reminded him he could afford better stuff. I probably couldn't, but I thought that better quality meant better taste and less damage, the former being true, the latter perhaps marginally so. And like Connolly, I suppose that was the first step away. Also, I realised that drink nor drugs gave me peace of mind. The peace they offered was fleeting and then the comedown was at least a day of blackness; doubt; depression. I don’t need drugs to depress me!

I stayed off the booze last Christmas and New Year, and the only other booze free festive season I can remember was one year I was doing night shifts as a Night Auditor at the Dunblane Hydro hotel.

I'll do without it in 2014, like, for the most part, I did without it in 2013. I have come to the realisation that even though I might not talk as much as I did when I drank when I'm out, it means less rubbish talked and to be honest I don't really miss it. Is the inability to say, "I won't do without it; I might go back on it; I'll go back on it for 'x' event," 'dependency?' Genuine question. And I don't want to be drug or drink dependent.

Me enjoying a drink in Bayeux in 1992. 
For the past 15 months I have said I might drink again- and still say that knowing the power of the "drink" lobby combined with past enjoyment etc, but I think the longer I go and the more of other peoples hangovers I witness, the least likely I will.

Hangovers in my opinion, are no longer worth a few hours of less inhibition and feeling clever and although the taste of a good red wine is nice, it is the alcohol in it that is the attraction- some non alcoholic wines have a nice, dry, rich taste, but without the effect, I don't buy them.


One point in this coming year I thought I might celebrate with a drink is in September when Scotland becomes independent, but I think I'll probably celebrate with a nice meal and a song or two or something!

I've no regrets, just some great and some not so great memories, but just think for me, it’s time to move on without it.

I hope this doesn't seem pretentious, preachy or patronising, but this is/was my experience, and I can't totally explain why I have stopped - this will inevitably miss out chunks of my reason.

It kind of feels like I just stopped.

I didn't tell anyone I had, and I hadn't a previously thought out plan or date to do so. I had had a good few drinks with an old mate one night and then a few nights later with my mum and dad when they visited and then just stopped.

I think I just stopped being interested in it.

I had a lot of thoughts about it, ranging from realising that alcohol kind of defined me for some people -which is perhaps the biggest thing - not to insult others, but I suppose I started to think of the Biblical phrase (I am an atheist by the way) "When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me," and lots of the behavior around alcohol and with alcohol was the same as it had been when I was 17 and I'm now 47.

I've had wild days and nights and weeks and fortnights in the past, but once you've done that for 30 years, where do you go with it? Do the same things with different people? In different pubs? I found it repetitive. It wasn't a true break from the Ground Hog working week. It was just a more fuzzy, ill, tired, migrained Groundhog Day.

Also- the alcohol and tobacco industries are perhaps the two most invidious capitalist machines in the world and why give them my money when I need it? I have given up human relationships including long term relationships on political differences, so why should I keep up a damaging, one sided relationship that actually encourages and funds one of the biggest perpetrators of a political genocide on the working class?
Drunk, early  2011

No-one I have ever met who continued drinking at the binge levels I did ever looked healthy past 50 and in photos I was just looking like a really unfit, middle aged soak and I suppose middle aged crisis was making me NOT want to look and feel that way. I could pretend and feel young once or twice a week in a pub or with large glasses of wine in front of the telly/listening to music. But that was not being pro-active.

Hangover and alcohol accerbated depression were a waste of time... And I was reading about more and more sober people achieving so much, celebs, writers, singer/song writers and friends- not that I'll achieve a lot, but would at least like to be more healthy, wealthy and happy like most people.

Most of all, I think I probably suppressed ME in alcohol. And it was time I found out who that was. I wanted time outside work and being a dad to explore and find me without a hangover or being tipsy/drunk/longing for that Friday tipsiness or drunkeness.

I worried that when I gave up that people would see me in a different way and not like me- but I think now that people can accept me -or not- as a sober no-it-all rather than a drunken or hungover one.

Sorry- that was long, pretentious, preachy and patronising! And actually, I will never say never again. I might be pished again sometime in the future... But it would have to be for a good, fun, very worthwhile reason to give up time to hangover and mild depression. And at least I am not on a twice weekly attack on my health both mental and physical and feel a wee bit healthier for that.

Sober 2013
I was thinking about why. I think it is easier for me to change my lifestyle here, in Scotland, for a number of reasons- first and foremost, I am not originally from here and since movng here I have moved around a lot. My childhood and youth friends are mostly not from Scotland- and that's the most difficult thing to break- socialising in the way your mates socialise.

If I still lived in Norn Irn, I know it would be very difficult for me to give up the drink, and to a certain extent, meat, because of the culture there etc. Before I came over to Scoylsnd, I was very much in to pub culture. In fact, in the two months leading up to coming over hete, I was in the pub every night, and that 'culture' was one I more or less held on to through University.

When I left Stirling Uni a couple of things changed things in a way that made, eventually, a total lifestyle change easier- one, Sonya was not a pub person and two, my son.

Most of my drinking was reserved for visits back to Norn Irn, visits of friends and going out the odd time we had a babysitter. I wasnt really a drink at home person- but that crept in over time.

Sober me, Christmas 2013!
Another thing that has helped is the fact that our family take after my grandad on my mums side, a man who broke norms and did his own thing, and my gran on my dads side, a very strong woman who had to fight adversity all her life (and my grandad who was a quietly stubborn man). I also have a mum and dad who, even through my stupidest times, gave me huge support. I'm not really someone who is pressured by peers (though of course peer pressure has been part of my life) etc- I plow my own path (that sounds like I have "a bit of a wire about myself," but I know its true- once I have something in my head I have to do, I'll do it- which is not always a positive thing!). I wasn't pressured into drinking- my first drinking session with my matrs came about after I invited myself along- and most of the time I was the instigator in drink related madness. As I said, drink at times, defined me.

So I think both the fact I have few roots here beyond Sonya, Michael, Sonya's family and lifelong friends, my SSP branch, work and a few scattered friends due to our moving so often, and add to this the support I have had from a strong family, I am a reasonably resilient person.

I don't have any regrets.  but there are more changes I will make in 2014 now this monkey is off my back!

Thatcher Proved to have been a liar

Thatcher's Lies are Unacceptable.

Papers released under the 30 year rule show Margaret Thatcher and her Conservative and Unionist Government lied in order to wreck something of value to the majority of us so a minority could make money... Who knew?

Well, anyone who was paying attention.

Just like they are lying and twisting words and facts now about the privatisation of the NHS and rising poverty levels and homelessness,  caused directly by their welfare bill and supported by Liberal Democrats such as my local MP and Tory/LibDem Coalition Minister, Jo Swinson.

Those who supported and encouraged Thatcher and her lies and her lying cabinet are now firmly on the wrong side of history. They've been found out.

History will judge them harshly.

They lied to and manipulated their country- the people of the UK-us- AND BATON CHARGED AND KILLED to get their own, profitable way.

Thatcher lied when she said she and her Government had no input in the NCB fight against miners fighting for their family livelyhoods and communities. Her own notes show she was micro-managing the Tory millionaire sponsored war against working people.

Those supporting Cameron, Clegg, Iain Duncan Smith and Osborne as they literally laugh at people in poverty are on the wrong side of history. Those who support the lies and doom mongering of the Scottish referendum No campaign are on the wrong side of history.

Compare what we know now about "the terrorist," Nelson Mandela- his absolute insistence on truth - even when it meant longer for him in jail; his fight against a lying, racist Government that was supported by our Thatcherite, proven liars in Government supporting our rich elite who had interests in South African mines etc.

When we teach our children about Thatcher/Cameron /Clegg/IDS will we say, "they were truthful and stood up for what was right? They were doyens of truth and justice who faught for the weakest in society. Truth was their very foundation- and with this they defended the NHS, the poor and the working woman and man. They were principled?"

Of course we won't, because what this 30 year release of papers show, prove, is that Tories are liars who will club and shoot the poor in order to boost shares/ steal resources/ keep you in your place; and all of those who last year praised dead Thatcher, Lady 'T,' for her steely spirit etc, were praising a liar. A woman who lied for power. A woman who lied so the elite could begin the robbery of the working class. A robbery that continues under the present Westminster Government.
A woman who brought disgrace on the office of Prime Minister.

And it was no "little fib." She outright lied about her involvement in the Miners Strike. Publically. Repeatedly.

And please remember that in the coming weeks as the Tories and Liberal Democrats deny privatising the NHS; deny their policies are causing a housing crisis; deny their "bedroom tax" is a tax and in their warped, lying language calls it a "subsidy"- a "subsidy" that is throwing lots of poor and working people into debt - a subsidy only for profiteers wanting to sell off London's social housing stock; deny impoverishing thousands to the point where the Red Cross are now organising food parcels on the streets of Britain for the first time since WW2 and "foodbank" has become an accepted means to give 'benefits' in 21st century "caring Britain" where millionaires get tax breaks, 17% pay rises while the rest of us have pay freezes and literally freeze trying to ensure their dividends in their power companies increase every year.

This Tory and Liberal Democrat Government are liars too, like the Thatcher Government of 1984. Like the Thatcher admiring Blair Government who dragged us to war. And when they wanted to drag us into another war in the Middle East, they were called on their lies. We saw through them and continue to see them for what they are- because since Thatcher made it 'acceptable' to blatantly lie to the country, politicians have done it over and over again and less and less people see their lying, manipulating, twisting, Thatcherite forked tongues as anything worth voting for. 

I suspect released papers will be less candid in 30 years time as Thatcher etc had every reason to believe they would be gone when their documents were released, or at the very least it would no longer matter in their millionaires utopia. It does matter in the Ghost Town of a broken Britain their lies and greed has created. It matters that they lied to us and it matters that they have continued to lie, unbroken, since Thatcher, Redwood, Cameron did back during Queen Maggies reign.

I suspect there will be calls for the 30 year rule, that basically exists to cover liars politicians arses, to be extended to a 50 year rule.

The Archbishop of Canterbury asked us minions to be 'Mandela like.' Truthful, resolute in the face of lies and tyranny. Mandela 'the terrorist'  Cameron, Thatcher and the rest would have liked to have seen hung for his truth.

Thatcher died last year. Few, only them, will tell their children to be Thatcher like.

And remember what that is- A LIAR.

PS... (wrote this after watching News 24...)

Surprise. The BBC arent reporting that Thatcher lied.

Reportage needs to up its game. We are being failed by our mass press. I am really shocked by the omissions the BBC choose to make eg- last weeks debate in Parliament about food banks and poverty at which prominent front bench Tories laughed at stories of people's struggles for food etc and the glaring omission of the pro- NHS demonstrations and the ongoing privatisation of the NHS.

I'm also shocked that the BBC has not reported that a Thatcher Tory Government Minister wanted to drain Scotland of more money than they did. I take it this editorial decision has been made in order not to clash with Cameron's want to pretence that Scotland is a loved part of the UK, in spite of, not because of, its resource riches.

Instead the BBC is reporting Thatcher's "pragmatism," ie.ruthless lying.