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I'm (almost) speechless...
May. 3rd, 2008 10:07 pmI'm aware there is at least one supporter of the Conservative Party on my friends list. Be warned, I am about to embark on an anti Boris left wing rant.
Not in a million years did I think I'd be writing the following in my LJ. Boris Johnson is the new mayor of London. To be honest I thought Ken would get in again. Clearly none of the people who voted for 'Mayor Johnson' have ever watched him on HIGNFY or listened to him speak. I dread to think what the next few years are going to be like. He gives the impression that he couldn't organise a p*** up in a brewery, let alone the governance of an entire city. Let's just hope this is just his public persona. I just can't believe that in 21st Centuary Britain we are still voting in politicians who seem to belong in a PG Woodehouse novel. During the last century many people (including some of my relatives) fought to ensure that working class people had a voice in politics. Now we've ended up with a 'leader' who could easily have been voted in back in the days when only the landed gentry had the vote. On a selfish note I will be incredibly angry if he starts putting up bus fares. And I bet he'll swiftly retract his opposition to a third runway at Heathrow now he's in office. Not that Ken opposed it but at least he was honest on that subject (if not on others).
On an even more depressing note the BNP won a seat over in Barking. Not a big suprise having a seen a bit of the documentary 'All White in Barking' earlier on this year. At least it wasn't around here that they voted them in. I read the little booklet containing all the mayoral candidates' manifestos. It made me laugh that the BNP declared one of their policies to be 'Zero Tolerance on Yobs'. All the BNP supporters I've ever met (and I've unfortunately met a fair few) have been yobs.
I noticed that the front page of one of the right wing rags (either the Express or the Mail) had a nasty story about Gordon Brown on its front page today including the headline 'now even failed asylum seekers are queuing up to leave'. As they seem to blame asylum seeker/immigrants for every problem currently in existence in the UK surely they should consider this a good thing?! Poor old Prime Minister Brown. He didn't really have a chance to make his mark on society before the sh*t hit the fan with the economy. I can't help thinking that 'Tone' made sure he got out before all the crappy stuff started happening. I despise the decision to get rid of the 10p tax rate but I know full well that it was planned before Gordon took over as PM.
In non-political news I went for dinner and drinks around Clapham Junction last night. My friend needed some company as her flatmate is newly loved up and is out all the time. We started with a bargainous £3 cocktail in the Slug and Lettuce. I chose a Long Island Iced Tea which was lovely but pretty alcoholic. I was quite merry after drinking it on an empty stomach. We then wandered up Lavender Hill towards Pizza Express. Whilst we were walking the driver of a flashy Porshe decided that he didn't fancy waiting in the queue for the traffic lights and decided to do a three point turn on the main road so he could go in the other direction. He mounted the pavement slightly and nearly hit us. It's a bit unfortunate that Clapham is partly populated by that type of twat. Pizza Express was good. I haven't forgiven them for taking my favourite Pizza (Caprina) off the menu yet but at least I've found another one I like. We went to town and had a starter, main and desert. For desert I chose chocolate ice cream and my friend chose figs with cream and coffee. Mine came in a sudae dish with a wafer and hers came in a posh little glass with an expresso cup. I felt slightly unsophisticated in comparison. After dinner we went to Revolution which is on the corner by the station. We had another cocktail (I had an orangey flavoured one this time) and found a seat. It's quite a nice bar which plays my sort of music on a Friday night. Full of very young Aussie and South African backpackers but I can cope with that. Out of the window we could see that a massive queue of people in 'going out' clothes had formed over the road. We assumed they were all waiting to get in to the Clapham Grand which is just round the corner. Then loads of police started turning up. I counted 10 police cars. We couldn't figure out what was going on but they closed off the big crossroads beside Debenhams so the traffic was stuck. When we left to walk back to the station at 10.30ish the police were still around but we couldn't see what was going on. The people hanging around the station looked a bit younger than normal but I couldn't see any evidence of trouble. Nothing on the news or on the web today so presumably whatever happened wasn't very serious. It was a nice evening. I think I needed a couple of drinks to get over last week. Now I feel a lot better.
Today I've been incredibly lazy. All I really achieved was a trip to the chiropodist and returning a library book. My first lovefilm rental has arrived (The Curse of the Were Rabbit) but I'm going to save it until Monday as there's sure to be nothing on TV on a Bank Holiday.
Not in a million years did I think I'd be writing the following in my LJ. Boris Johnson is the new mayor of London. To be honest I thought Ken would get in again. Clearly none of the people who voted for 'Mayor Johnson' have ever watched him on HIGNFY or listened to him speak. I dread to think what the next few years are going to be like. He gives the impression that he couldn't organise a p*** up in a brewery, let alone the governance of an entire city. Let's just hope this is just his public persona. I just can't believe that in 21st Centuary Britain we are still voting in politicians who seem to belong in a PG Woodehouse novel. During the last century many people (including some of my relatives) fought to ensure that working class people had a voice in politics. Now we've ended up with a 'leader' who could easily have been voted in back in the days when only the landed gentry had the vote. On a selfish note I will be incredibly angry if he starts putting up bus fares. And I bet he'll swiftly retract his opposition to a third runway at Heathrow now he's in office. Not that Ken opposed it but at least he was honest on that subject (if not on others).
On an even more depressing note the BNP won a seat over in Barking. Not a big suprise having a seen a bit of the documentary 'All White in Barking' earlier on this year. At least it wasn't around here that they voted them in. I read the little booklet containing all the mayoral candidates' manifestos. It made me laugh that the BNP declared one of their policies to be 'Zero Tolerance on Yobs'. All the BNP supporters I've ever met (and I've unfortunately met a fair few) have been yobs.
I noticed that the front page of one of the right wing rags (either the Express or the Mail) had a nasty story about Gordon Brown on its front page today including the headline 'now even failed asylum seekers are queuing up to leave'. As they seem to blame asylum seeker/immigrants for every problem currently in existence in the UK surely they should consider this a good thing?! Poor old Prime Minister Brown. He didn't really have a chance to make his mark on society before the sh*t hit the fan with the economy. I can't help thinking that 'Tone' made sure he got out before all the crappy stuff started happening. I despise the decision to get rid of the 10p tax rate but I know full well that it was planned before Gordon took over as PM.
In non-political news I went for dinner and drinks around Clapham Junction last night. My friend needed some company as her flatmate is newly loved up and is out all the time. We started with a bargainous £3 cocktail in the Slug and Lettuce. I chose a Long Island Iced Tea which was lovely but pretty alcoholic. I was quite merry after drinking it on an empty stomach. We then wandered up Lavender Hill towards Pizza Express. Whilst we were walking the driver of a flashy Porshe decided that he didn't fancy waiting in the queue for the traffic lights and decided to do a three point turn on the main road so he could go in the other direction. He mounted the pavement slightly and nearly hit us. It's a bit unfortunate that Clapham is partly populated by that type of twat. Pizza Express was good. I haven't forgiven them for taking my favourite Pizza (Caprina) off the menu yet but at least I've found another one I like. We went to town and had a starter, main and desert. For desert I chose chocolate ice cream and my friend chose figs with cream and coffee. Mine came in a sudae dish with a wafer and hers came in a posh little glass with an expresso cup. I felt slightly unsophisticated in comparison. After dinner we went to Revolution which is on the corner by the station. We had another cocktail (I had an orangey flavoured one this time) and found a seat. It's quite a nice bar which plays my sort of music on a Friday night. Full of very young Aussie and South African backpackers but I can cope with that. Out of the window we could see that a massive queue of people in 'going out' clothes had formed over the road. We assumed they were all waiting to get in to the Clapham Grand which is just round the corner. Then loads of police started turning up. I counted 10 police cars. We couldn't figure out what was going on but they closed off the big crossroads beside Debenhams so the traffic was stuck. When we left to walk back to the station at 10.30ish the police were still around but we couldn't see what was going on. The people hanging around the station looked a bit younger than normal but I couldn't see any evidence of trouble. Nothing on the news or on the web today so presumably whatever happened wasn't very serious. It was a nice evening. I think I needed a couple of drinks to get over last week. Now I feel a lot better.
Today I've been incredibly lazy. All I really achieved was a trip to the chiropodist and returning a library book. My first lovefilm rental has arrived (The Curse of the Were Rabbit) but I'm going to save it until Monday as there's sure to be nothing on TV on a Bank Holiday.
