Media coverage of strike…


Hello Good People who read this blog….

I just want to write a little thing,because I am so furious and shocked about the media coverage on the imminent strike in the UK for people working in  public services. I just saw that great educationalist, role model for good behaviour and well-known feminist, James Whale ( please realise I writing with extreme sarcasm!), and to my shock  and horror Miriam Stoppard, both criticising the strike, and teachers in particular,in no uncertain terms for striking and depriving children of their education.

I am so furious with them and the media coverage I have seen so far.

I will just speak about the teachers as education is something I know about. First of all , correct me if I am wrong, but by the end of June all the essential teaching, main exams, have been done and dusted and frankly the last 3 or 4 weeks of the summer term, are taken up with end of year tasks, days out, sports days, school concerts, award ceremonies etc. Many children disappear on cheap holidays with their families at this time. You can more or less write off the last three weeks of the school year in terms of serious academic work . Also most private schools are either closed or closing by the start of July while the state schools run for another couple of weeks. If you wanted to close a school for one day this is not a bad time. In fact I hope all young people will support their teachers and join the march.

Secondly in the past, successive governments have totally disrupted the entire state education system in several ways.The government has closed down schools not for one,but many days during term-time, for years now in order to re-train teachers.Originally called “Baker days” teachers have been constantly forced to change the way they teach , what they teach, how they teach in order to please successive governments , and this has meant many days when schools were closed down.In terms of working parents, frankly there is very little consideration or help at any time of year to cope with school hours, school holidays etc., so an extra day of trying to find childcare for a good cause to will ensure quality of education for one’s children, is no big sacrifice.

The government’s implementation of the National Curriculum , league tables, and adding more and more non-academic responsibilities to the work of teachers, has been far more disruptive to children’s education that one day’s strike, at the end of the school year.

The teachers I know get up at 6. a.m. and sometimes work into the evening planning lessons, they also work at the weekends and holidays correcting work and planning lessons. The lessons planning becoming increasingly ludicrous with the ever-changing  demands of the National Curriculum.

For example one primary school teacher I know, who teaches in a very “rough” area of London, explained how she had to create a lesson teaching the painting technique of “Pointillism” , illustrated with famous paintings by Seurat which included rivers, sea and pools of water, so that this could also double-up as a science lesson on water.

I like creative  education, and I am all for teaching art in schools, but considering many of these children do not have books at home, and come from very economically deprived backgrounds, I think maybe Seurat would not be my  priority  if I were in charge of my own teaching.

Getting back to my point, this teacher retired at 60. But even though she worked tremendously long-hours, she loved her job so much,that she decided to stay on beyond 60 as a supply teacher within the same school.  However by the age of 62, she found her energy level were just too low to keep it up indefinitely, and  even though she is incredibly fit and energetic, at 62 she is forced to retire altogether at the end of this term. She can because she has a pension!

Teaching is demanding physically, emotionally, spiritually and one can expect to work a 60 hour week. It requires great commitment to children and to the future of society. Teachers are under-valued and their teaching is constantly disrupted with each changing government’s new policy, no matter which one is elected.

Therefore I am furious at the media coverage that seems to criticise teachers for wanting to retire before the age of 68  and  who expect to have a good pension to live on.

If I were not a hippie, and I was a dictator who ruled  Britain ( which I can be  in my blog), I would seize the private assets of  bankers and politicians, and their power-mad fantasies, and make them do community service: a couple of years of teaching for free in state schools, also forcing  all their children to attend the schools they work in. If they failed their OFSTED inspections then they would have to try and claim benefits and see how far they got before they would almost inevitably give up!

I would also not allow such bias in the news and other media coverage against the strike. Maybe all these critical media people could do worse than spend a couple of years working in a state school as well and then see if they thought they could still do it at 50 let alone 60 or 68.

I feel this government is trying to re-create class differences in the UK  and prohibit social mobility by creating two types of education. I doubt if private schools would employ full-time 68 year old teachers! If the teachers did not strike it would show that they didn’t understand the nature of their job and that they did not care about the quality of education for children.

Love and Peace

Born2rant

( will be joining protests soon in support of them. I had both a private and a state education, my best school  teachers were without question from the comprehensive I attended.)

Too busy living to blog or watch TV, plus a teeny bit about Solfest 2010


Hello Good People who evidently still read this blog…

I keep trying to give up this blog for good but it’s up there in cyberspace without me, just like the millions of  photographs of teenagers on Facebook,  who may at some time, rue the day they allowed photos of, and  information about themselves, to be handed over to various companies and intelligence agencies who rule the net. My blog will outlive my initial enthusiasm for bi-weekly blogging ,and like many a dead rock star’s music, will probably outlive me.

I did go to Solfest this year , and I guess that by the number of hits on the day it ended, many will have to checked in to see if I have done a review like I have done the three previous years.

In a word  “no”, and I’m not really going to. It is still the greatest UK hippie festival that I have experienced this millennium,although a few less punters this year and slightly more zealous security. Well actually, I mean specifically one guy. A young security steward who wore large sunglasses day or night , wore a “security hat”, and obviously took his job extremely seriously. He questioned and scrutinised people at the gates of Solfest as if they were non-EU citizens of “Asian” origin trying to get through passport control at Heathrow. It was only one enthusiastic Nazi  in the whole organisation, but one too many, plus he never seemed to go off duty. Maybe he dreams of being head of all security services one day…in which case, don’t work at a hippie festival, run by hippies.

Backstage the air of hippiedom was also occasionally marred by the odd territorial argument over which loo one could use .One group of people in particular, got hysterical if other members of crew used “their” portaloo and shouted to me “don’t fill our loo up or we can’t use it”, which I found mildly insulting. There was also by the end of the weekend, a row over who could have access to my nearest water supply. Various people started to attach their own personal pipes,to the general standpipe going directly to their tent or caravan, leaving no access to water for the humble camper without extra water-pipe fixtures, and a trickle of water to all trying to get their direct private supply, due to low pressure. It was exemplary of the follies and injustices of  Capitalism, which I hoped to get away from completely during my stay at Solfest. I am hoping that the hippie spirit of sharing resources over and above stupid claims to exclusive access to basic amenities will return next year in the backstage area.

I have not written a review of Solfest, why ? Because I am not often here.

I’ve turned my back on blogging, Myspace, Facebook, hotmail, Googlemail, all mainstream TV news, most TV programmes, and most Radio programmes. I do still use youtube quite a lot, especially if I want to hear music from the other side of the world. I mainly watch TV if I have visitors who want to watch it or if I am just too tired or ill to think of anything else I can do. I read newspapers if I find them lying on the tube, and yet without the internet or the media intruding in my life as much, I am not suffering from any withdrawal symptoms. Quite the opposite, I actually talk to real people face-to-face,  go to real places, and don’t feel like my life is over because my hair is dull or I don’t have a car, or I don’t know what David deCameron said today, and I haven’t suffered any more patriotic military propaganda passing for news on a daily basis.

However I will entwine this rant against second hand communication and experiences with a bit of music from Solfest.

In spite of my previous negative comments, Solfest  is still friendly, creative, and the happiest weekend of the year for me. I always meet great people, have long rambling conversations, dance to loud music even though I feel I am too old to do so, laugh at the inventiveness of fancy dress costumes, discover new  music, see amazing landscapes, feel hopeful that there is a little bit of the year that is not cynical and under surveillance but is creative and flourishing. I love going up north, can’t cope with southern festivals ever since my first Solfest. Ironically it has now become a yearly gathering point for people I know from London, Brighton and South Wales.

Every ageing hippie seems to have their favourite yearly festival, the one where they will see their old friends again and maybe have a little smoke even if they gave up on New Year’s day 2000, laugh like teenagers again, and show their kids how to power generators by pedalling like crazy, how to make things out of wood, and basically introduce them to various degrees of alternative living.

Some of my favourite musicians at Solfest 2010.

Here is John Fairhurst playing sitar music on the guitar. I saw him on the main stage on Saturday, strumming hard and fast, blending slide guitar with flamenco and ragas, very impressive. Unfortunately there is no footage of him playing at Solfest, so here he is playing in 2008 at an album launch party.

John Fairhurst , a sublime creative guitarist. Here he  starts quietly and gradually builds up momentum, then later explodes into a raucous manifestation of  many guitar genres peeping out from one another to say a brief  hello. Are you following me? Good, if not, don’t read any more, have a cup of tea instead.

My favourite Drystone stage act at Solfest was Richard Barry and The Chaps from Manchester. Maybe I am biased, I met Richard at a residential songwriting workshop in 1999. His sense of humour, charm and excellent musicianship make him always worth catching. Yet again, there is no Solfest footage his performance. It was pouring down with rain when he started but he still gathered a crowd, and then the sun came out!

Richard Barry and The Chaps – Please Don’t Ration My Fags.

I spent a lot more time in the Dance Tent than I intended to, especially on Saturday night where I danced to Eat Static, now a solo act, but still doing “his”/ “their” thing, and this guy DJ Adsorb who did an interesting set. Well I enjoyed it but I am frankly not an expert in dance music at all!  I’m more of an acoustic guitar person myself. I just liked Adsorb’s set because there was plenty of variety.

Now maybe it’s because I have never taken the right drugs , or possibly because I haven’t taken the correct amount of drugs, or more likely because I don’t even know by what  acronyms the drugs I’d have to take, and ask for,  from someone  two decades or more younger than me, leads me to find the brain-shaking tones of “doofff-doofff-doofff-da-da-dooff-dooff-doofff etc…” looped for an hour, and somehow so loud that they obliterate any other sounds in the mix…..B.O.R.I.N.G..

However this Solfest having spent much time talking to DJs in the Chill-Out tent who had taken the correct drugs, with their abbreviated names, in the right amounts, to like every type of  Dance Music,  I was  re-assured  that what I was referring to, was music that was  “relentless”.

You can actually pretend to like it, then when in the company of those you truly trust, complain that in fact it was “relentless” possibly shaking your head to demonstrate just how relentless it was.

So now I can blend in with people who know and appreciate all types of dance music by saying  ” God, that was  relentless!” and show the punishment I endured with a little  downwards shake of the head.

But as you can tell I don’t pretend to be anyone but the anonymous person I am pretending to be.

I cannot find much footage of Solfest 2010 itself!

But here is some footage from the Dance tent, I don’t know which DJ this is but I am sure someone will tell me, it could very well be DJ Adsorb, this is then contrasted with the Dogs in Space ( Chill-Out) tent, where you will see a few seconds of an amazing trio driven by the jazz beats of the Van Der Graaf Generator drummer: Guy Evans, along with psychedelic guitarist, Nigel Mazlyn Jones and flautist/guitarist Jim Nield. I caught the end of their set and they created a sound as colourful and ambient as the décor and lightshow of the Dogs in Space tent itself, shame there are only a few seconds of this available to show. I thoroughly enjoyed their mesmerizing set of jazz drumming and psychedelia.

The Damned played but I didn’t go to see them, the youtube clips are pretty poor quality soundwise.

Another act who played twice in the Dogs in Space tent and performed in cafés all over the site were the excellent Marley Chingus, from Liverpool,played rich bebop jazz covers as well as their own compositions, their long-haired and bearded trumpet player was particularly outstanding although all of them are very highly skilled musicians. Again no footage of them at Solfest but here they are with one of their own compositions, no trumpet player but a great sax player instead.

Marley Chingus -Neolithic Chant.

Well I’m off now to make some tea and maybe listen to some music. In the meantime I asked a DJ who came to visit my place last night what his favourite Gong tune was. He told me this one because of the electronics in it, the synths were played  by Tim Blake. It’s a fantabulous track beginning with synths, echo and tabla and building up nicely into a freeform jazz jam with psychedelic lead guitar, slide “glissando” guitar, with other sounds and many instruments thrown in for good measure.

So, I’ll leave you with the brilliant and mind-awakening : Gong – A Sprinkling of Clouds (1974)


Love and Peace to all of you

and remember hippies are cool, superficial people are… well …superficial

Born2rant

Behind the Mask or Perfectionism leads to Carnage (+Satan Cowell)


Hello Good People who read this blog

This is another personal rant written during a phase of insomnia due to my own troubled waters and smog over London city both keeping me awake. This is not about hippie counterculture but being one of the last surviving hippies living close to the roots of London’s alternative counterculture maybe you can forgive me for ranting again…

I feel that I am being swept along in a tide of collective consciousness where revelations and sudden change are both liberating and confusing many people.

Many people are unsettling the status quo by revelation after revelation from the unlikeliest of sources, The Daily Telegraph for instance, not my first point of call for a revolution.

The bankers are outed as overpaid greedy manipulative thieves , then the bankers or “someone” want the focus taken off them in the spirit of  “if we’re going down then our old allies who dare to criticise us are going down too” , suddenly the government and its main opposition are in pieces, scandal after scandal of  greedy little secrets are revealed.

The mighty do not fall easily and defend themselves but are not believed. Even minor offences are unforgiven.

Then we have the great god of reality TV . People famous and influential by selection, seems like a dream come true for the attention and money hungry, but Jade dies, Susan has a nervous breakdown.

I always thought Satan Cowell was the Anti-Christ with Ant and Dec as his cackling demonic imps from the underworld. If Simon ever goes into politics he must be stopped at all costs, has no one learnt anything  from The Omen and Damien I , II,III, MMMMMMMMM?

Arthur Brown

Did no one else sense the soul-torturing evil of ” 2  Grand” and “Veruca Salt” ? (sorry I meant Hollie Steel).

Here I must add:

1. Yes I am being very mean (and silly)

2. I only watched the final of “Britain’s got Talent” to keep up with the times but I am sure there were more dastardly acts throughout the series which were invited to audition venturing up from Simon’s Cowell’s secret lurid stairwell from the depths of  Hades…

3. This is the land of The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, Hawkwind, The Sex Pistols etc…so pretty poor turn-out as far as British Talent goes…

What more proof  do you need that Simon Cowell really is the Anti-Christ?  (“ye shall know him from his fruits” etc…)

A bit of music now..not sure how long this rant will be up here, it may disappear in smoke soon. I have put this clip somewhere else in this blog, I do apologise but  it’s my favourite Hawkwind song (listen to Lemmy’s  bass that drives the piece)

and speaking of people selling their souls to Simon to be on TV here’s some Faust on Germany’s Got Talent , another reason not to vote UKIP ( the Libertarian Racist party).

(p.s. that might be confusing., let me clarify …Faust are good, today’s Germany is politically progressive, UKIP is retrogressive and  if elected will stop us from having touring bands like Faust unless they have three ID cards, special performing papers and then will have rotten tomatoes thrown at them for not being British).

…actually even stranger than that , this is Faust playing at  the humble Amersham Arms with excessive strobe lighting plus frogs, electric drill,accordion and heavy space rock mayhem…

The more perfect society tries to be the greater the mask is required.

The heavier the mask, the harder it is to carry.

People are not perfect, that’s the truth, they never will be perfect and in their quest to be Holier than Thou or Purer than Pure, better than the rest, genocide or at least an eating disorder arises.

No one group of people is perfect, I have known horrible capitalist hippies and psychologically violent Buddhists.

The best we can do is to work with the imperfections we have got.

How ironic it is when the government and media and educational establishments keep telling people off for eating too much , drinking, smoking that in fact more people are getting ill from over-indulgence.(am flitting about about a bit here subjectwise, writing after no sleep has this effect).

How about starting with self-respect, less advertising and more personal freedom?

How about starting with allowing people to build their own lives and be part of something, in control of something, that they create from a young age?

We don’t need the “product” to make us complete.

If everyone gives up smoking some will resort to cream cakes and I am not sure what is worse.

Just to prove that even music in the 60s was not perfect here is a band called “The Cake” in 1969.The singer on the left (Jeanette Jacobs) is perhaps too out of it or too p***** off  to do much and actually she is totally cool, that’s what I would do given the circumstances!

( after watching other clips it seems that looking stoned while the others dance around is her general role and image in this girl band,sadly she died young at the age of 30)

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The mask is slipping for those in power, this is good but let’s just face it, if any large group of human beings was given carte blanche for expenses, how many would be on the fiddle, even the purer than pure ones?

The completely and totally utterly imperfect and sometimes quite vile ( almost evil)

Born2rant

( Love and Peace with Brass Knobs on..not always) Voting Green

It’s the same old story…stormtroopers in the street (and I don’t mean the Star Wars variety)


Hello Good People who read this blog…

(I have just realised that I’ve been taken off the Google search engine..a bit weird…anyone know why?)

I thought I’d post a quickie about the police assault on Ian Tomlinson, who died as a result.

Even though now I know for sure that my emails are copied and I could  be identified.

**** it , my mother was in the French Resistance which was far more dangerous!

Here is the Ian Tomlinson story in film. I’m glad for once that the media put this on the TV. Maybe the media are more powerful than police or politicians and that is why the journalists of the BBC and other news channels must take a stand, take a risk and be the “resistance”. We need alternative media and news coverage to get broadcast as well.

The Police Story ( I think they need to get one of their detectives on the case and get those responsible on trial for manslaughter and those covering up charged with perverting the course of justice)

Ian Tomlinson’s Son


Is wearing balaclava helmets standard police procedure?

(Bumbling Boris was not available for comment. He was probably busy at home, reading the Iliad for moral guidance.)

Jimi Hendrix and Machine Gun seems like appropriate music:

I hope to bring you something a bit more cheerful next time.

Love and peace

Born2rant

P.S. Maybe we need an anti-police violence protest, but I guess the headlines would be even grimmer afterwards.

Hello again & Tibetans, Amazonian Indians etc…


Hello Good People who read this blog

Where have I been ? I hear you cry ( actually you don’t exist and neither do I!) Ha, ha I am writing  from the Underworld via the internet.

I am suffering from attacks by many winter dieases…..

You can tell by the beginning of this post that I don’t have an f8888ing clue what I am about to write although I think Tibetans may feature.

One of the many wonderful things that has been in my life recently is a totally different outlook on people from other countries. In our mainstream media there is both a conscious and an unconscious focus on all the negative things in other countries and in bad people from other countries. The news , let’s face it, is never good news so all we hear about from non-Western countries is war, famine, earthquakes, terrorists,  sex slave trading, corrupt dictators, and all kinds of nasty things. In the end we are kind of brainwashed in the West to think of most developing countries as having problems and bad people in them. Either that or we just ignore them altogether.

But I have been reading a lot about the societies and music from other cultures , their belief systems, histories, strange customs etc.. and it is so fascinating and engaging to read about how musicians are treated around the world , how they conceive of music, life, society that my outlook living in Central London is so totally different now.

Each time I go to Tescos, (Tescos features heavily in this blog) I see women from different parts of Asia and Africa at the tills and I wonder which country they come from, what music either they or their ancestors created, their history, their belief system, their mythology, their art, customs etc…and each little bit of information I gather here and there brightens up my day.

So I’ll tell you a teeny bit about some Tibetan Monks and their music.

First of all here is some music from Tibetan Monks

although they also like to play the guitar

even rock guitar ( not a monk but still in Tibet)

We’re all global now!

I am reading a Phd thesis written in 1979 by a bloke who did extensive research on Tibetan Ritual Music.

I am deliberately calling him a bloke and not saying who he is as an attempt to get away from the futile excessive egotism of academia which I am rebelling against!

For the Monks all music is a spiritual offering and there are many wonderful ways in which they think about music .

For example during meditation the monks sometimes visualise a new type of musical instrument, they will then build that instrument according to their visions . He describes a giant lute that needs two people to pick it up as an example, but although it is fully functional they won’t play it,  instead they’ll put it on the altar as an offering.

The monks will have other instruments in their orchestra that are not played, their presence is enough as a spiritual offering.

Another thing they do is to have conceptual instruments.

Their orchestra like ours is subdivieded into various groups:  horns and trumpets,  percussion , vocal section but the string section, which is made up of largely Indian string instruments such as sitars etc..will be conceptual i.e. they don’t actually exist in a physical form. It isn’t that the monks can’t  afford  them, they just prefer a conceptual string section .

This section of the orchestra is played “conceptually” by a group of monks who  sit in the orchestra.  They  meditate visualising the intruments and then  mentally project the music , actually playing the conceptual musical instruments  with their minds. Other monks who have less imagination will meditate to augment the volume and number of instruments that are already present.

I kid you not!

Isn’t that cool?

Here is another example of “conceptual instrument” playing but a bit less cerebral this time from Finland

Meanwhile…..

Deep in the Amazonian forests of Brazil some stories from some researchers who spent thirty years or so in contact with a tribe of Indigenous Brazilian Indians…in fact these  researchers  happen to be Pete Seeger’s nephew and wife. ( if you  are too young to know who Pete Seeger is google him!)

The tribal village  held elaborate ceremonies using singing and dancing dressed as mice, everything in their culture is traditionally based around the animals and plants in their environment.

They sing hundreds of songs. If there are any musicians out there ( and I know there ) think of this…………………….

Here is how they write their songs:::::::::::::If one of them gets ill or injured , while they are recovering they are believed to be living in two places at once. Physically they are still at home but their spirit is living with some animal or plant group and mingling, socialising with them etc..

If they do not die and recover from the affliction, then someone in the village might ask them  the following “You know those mice you were living with while you were ill? What songs did they sing?”

Then the person who has recovered from their illness has to “teach” that person the new song. Each different species has a different song topic associated with it. For example they believe bees abduct human beings , so if you were hanging out with the bees while you were ill you have to be prepared to mentally write songs about bees  kidnapping people. In some cases the song then entirely belongs to the first person it was transmitted to and no one else is allowed to perform it.

This makes copyright complicated! There is far more I could tell you about that tribe but I must go to bed soon.

They got their land back many years after it was taken from them by ranchers . They would not have survived as well if it wasn’t for two charities started by Sting and The Grateful Dead to save Amazonian tribes. Once they got their land and some funding one of the first things they wanted in the middle of their tiny village was a full-sized soccer pitch.

I can’t wait until we meet aliens and start to research their music and customs( how ethnocentric of me) but if you leave America and Europe out of your consciousness, cultures and music become a lot more interesting and you could feel like you are on a whole different planet.

By the way why are we in Afghanistan?

Does anyone know ? Are they about to invade us?

Do they have a secret goldmine we want to get our greedy hands on? Do they have secret weapons of mass destruction?

I am sure MI5 is reading this maybe they know and could leave me a comment.

…or is it MI6 I can’t remember the difference between them…whatever happened to MI 1, 2,3 & 4? and is there an MI7? If there isn’t I declare myself and my little rebellious site to be MI7 home of hippie “intelligence” ..well more home of hippie ranting without that much info…

Here is some Afghani music  featuring a boy playing the role of a woman.

Bring back the women I say!

This film footage is of another strange culture which  is so weird that I cannot even begin to describe the  lengthy set of  annual ceremonies it involves. Months beforehand some of the participants have special secret surgery, some also paint their skin orange.

The musicians are mentored by a  group of elders who have to take various types of hallucinogenic drugs before each ceremony . A lot of fake crying is involved to make the musicians more popular with the other villagers. If too much alcohol or drugs are taken for long periods of time , these musicians and elders  mysteriously disappear to a secret place of healing and retreat where they have to tell stories of childhood to a wise woman who absolves them until they transform themselves with new identities.

Love and Peace

Born2rant       OM!

P.S. each time I try to write or read my blog my internet connection is cutting out if anyone has the same probs let me know…it could be a conspiracy !!!!


“Credit Crunch” your favorite cereal for breakfast or brunch (registered Trade Mark)


Hello Good People who read this blog

a little rant this time to change the theme a bit

” Credit Crunch” your favorite cereal for breakfast or brunch (* please see p.s./ footnote)

Morning news first thing upon waking  and I have my first tasty helping of ” Credit Crunch“( no relation to Kellogg’s).
Whenever I hear the term ” Credit Crunch” I automatically think of a bowl of tasty healthy crunchy cereal with dried blueberries and raspberries etc…or maybe some ” Credit Crunch ” bars,  sticky muesli things full of honey designed to rot your teeth in a totally new healthy way.
I used to have the same problem with “hamas”, if I was watching Channel 4 evening news and I hadn’t eaten yet I’d think to myself in a Homer Simpson type way ” Hmmm,  HOUMOUS!”
Yes I know I sound moronic but if you didn’t have a sense of humour ( or houmous ) you’d just have to kill yourself each time you heard the news.

Whoever invented the media term ” Credit Crunch” missed out on the opportunity of earning millions by not adding a copyright or trademark sign next to it.


It’s one of those terms that doesn’t actually tell you anything because they don’t want to panic you.
They could have called it ” The Great Depression” or ” a major recession on a scale we have not known since the 1930s” or ” Everything’s gone tits up – buy cans of food and head for the hills“.

But “they” the big  businesses and those who indirectly or directly  influence the news we hear and read , those who actually OWN the newsagencies, those who OWN the government who in turn influence the BBC news etc… “They” have managed to get the story over as :” Oh yes but, well it’s not so bad everything will be ok in a year or two, back to normal, possibly even better!”.

The news is confusing. They tell us  we are not in recession instead we have a “Credit Crunch” , there is no long term problem, you must keep spending and not worry…and yet we also hear of major banks crashing , no one can get a mortgage, no one can sell their house, people losing their jobs etc…..I think the game is up.
So what IS actually happening?
Well I think our although “they” can influence our news and create nonsense propaganda it’s comforting to know that some of the actual facts do leak through from time to time. There are still committed journalists about,  although most of them have no idea what real long-term poverty is like and always write from a priviledged point of view.  They haven’t gone through a winter without heating , phone,  or proper shoes as I have done in the past and as many have done and will do.

So I am going to write about the limited things I see.

The Rich
I have to say from the extremely  rich people I know, they don’t seem at all phased by this “Credit Crunch” yet.

I have to add that the ridiculously rich people I know are not very  close friends who might otherwise confide in me, but I can tell by their optimism, the cars, the houses, the holidays, the clothes, the new furnishings, the staff, that nothing has changed much in their lifestyles. If they are worried it certainly doesn’t show.
However in the street where I live there have been signs that some of the rich people are trying to sell or rent out their houses. One house across the road from me is empty.
The residents were an American family, but since the mother always avoided making eye contact with me ( like all the other neighbours)  and used to dress in fox-hunting gear wherever she went in a bizzarre attempt to show she was at one with the British gentry, I can’t say that I miss them.
I hope some friendly not too noisy squatters move in although I know they would be ejected or maybe beaten up very soon by the locals ( gentry of course).

From my point of view, I have adapted to the fact that everything is hugely expensive while my limited income is the same.
Everything in my local Tescos  is on average  about 25% more expensive but at least that has stabilised for now.

My phone bill has trippled with my rubbish phone and internet company charging me for  all kinds of calls that I never made.  I then spend hours on the phone trying to sort things out unsuccessfully. With my gas and electricity providers the bills were inaccurate and no matter how many meter readings I gave the bill was always for something much higher. So I changed companies with uswitch, now the new ones I signed up with are playing exactly the same games except now I spend hours phoning an expensive phone number to try to get it sorted, I would have been better off with the previous crooks…sorry company. I now buy much less food and don’t take so many baths, use special prefix numbers to make phone calls, and because I have no children it’s not hard to cut some expenses without suffering.

People who I have spoken to with shares tell me that although some have plummetted that the oil shares are doing very well thank you very much ( well I’ve heard they have plummetted too but considering the world oil shortage they are bound to recover) and that the oil companies are working the market. Basically the rich aren’t getting any poorer it seems because they are using their guile to make sure others are making up the deficit.

Anyone who lives on the kind of small budget where virtually all their money goes on food , utility bills and rent or mortgage are in trouble but those who can afford new handbags, golf clubs and holidays are probably fine.

In the future…well having less money has it’s good and bad points.
We are so much richer than so many countries around the world, obscenely rich, that I think it could be a good thing.
I feel sorry for all those living on “credit” and those who have been habitual shopaholics or huge boozers and who ran up massive bills. But if they can clear their debts then maybe they can live a lifestyle than is based more around the free things in life and gain and maintain self-esteem through non-material or alcoholic pursuits. Unfortunately a lot of naive people have been taken to the cleaners, they were encouraged to believe that being in debt was a good thing and even a trendy or essential thing to do. This includes students with massive loans and of course those with huge mortgages to repay.  Those who were not tempted to spend money they didn’t actually have are the lucky few.

Of course we do have a lot of people in London who are lost, separated, lonely, violent, depressed, don’t believe in anything but consummerism. How will things change for them?  Will some gangs become more violent with increasing poverty?
As it is the gap between the rich and the poor is wider in my experience than it had ever been before in my lifetime.

Will there be more violence on the streets or will there be a revolution?
If enough people are discontented will they just emigrate to another country or invade another one and acquire its wealth?
I am hoping that music will improve, culture, writing, thoughts, everything will deepen.
“Necessity is the mother of invention” they say.

When people feel powerless, poor and without any voice, that’s when they start to express themselves and to be creative, that’s when the big plastic void in the brains of consumers might start to clear and start to think again.

If you’ve something to say what are you waiting for?

I’ll leave  you some music

Love and Peace

Born2rant

* p.s. footnote I just found out that Kellogg’s have actually got a crunchy cereal with dried fruit as I described called ” Credit Crunchy” I promise that I had no idea of this! My brain is on the same wavelength as those who invent new brands of Kelloggs’s cereals! Frightening!