@Rachael_Swindon

Here we are again. The sun is out, and the sky is nearly as blue as the magic stepdads favourite rosette.  “Magic stepdad?”, I hear you say. Yes, magic stepdad - or magic stepdad Keith. The possibilities are endless.  I’ve still got a few friends within the Labour Party. Some are closer than others, some of them are nearer to the ‘soft left’, and some are closer to the ‘extremity’ that is democratic socialism. I love to catch up with them from time to time because once you get past the pleasantries you get a better understanding of what magic stepdad Keith is getting up to, or what he isn’t. The press, the commentariat, the centrist dads, the Karen’s, the Tories, the patriarchal Mail-reading, Twitter-lurking, attention-starved Elaine’s, the z-list celebrities with the sudden political conscience - they call us “hard-left”, or “far-left” - but when you ask them to start listing the hard-left policies that they believe you stand for, what happens?  They go quieter than Keir Starmer durin

Here we are again. There’s so many different things I could rant about today. I’ve changed my mind three times so far, ditched around a thousand words, and literally stared at a picture of Keir Starmer with painted on eyebrows for at least five minutes. In fact, this is the very picture, which I think was created by the hugely talented @UKDemockery - just don’t tell him I said that.  It’s been a fiery and somewhat controversial week, not for me personally, for some reason it’s been quite a dull one, but politically it’s hard to describe the utter shitstorm we are being dragged through by a corrupted authoritarian government and an inefficacious, futile opposition, slavishly supported by the licence-fee-funded BBC, direct from Pyongyang, and the right-wing Conservative press, who seem to believe they have a controlling interest in our democracy, despite being recognised as the least trusted in Europe - for an incredible nine years out of the last ten. If you’re wondering what shitstor

I know this won’t get seen as much as some of what I write.  Lots of you seem to like my daft rants about the leader of Her Majesty’s official opposition - others seem to dislike my exceptionally subtle criticisms of the desiccated tsunami of torpidity - but at least you take the time to read my thoughts, regardless of how you feel about sedentary Starmer, and I’m genuinely grateful that you do.  Today is a different day. Starmer will get his mentions, but the focus of this one is on the other Tories. Let me take you back one year ago - exactly one year ago to this day. That would be the 23rd of March 2020. I don’t want to get bogged down with too much data, simply because it has all been done so many times before We awoke to our first national lockdown, not really knowing what to expect. We didn’t know it would be the first of three, and we didn’t realise we would be mourning a loss of lives that would be the equivalent of FORTY TWO ‘9/11’ terrorist atrocities happening in the space o