The Party's Over

Well for Lehman Bros it certainly is, though in reality did it ever really start?

Some party hey, more like a 13 year session at the Monopoly Board! Whatever, now we are getting to see who’s swimming naked, maybe it’s also time to sort out a few other aspects of our national identity?

The clearly defined Schleswig Holstein dilemma, alternatively known in this country as the West Lothian question, boils down I’d say, to much the same thing. Who is taking who for a bunch of mugs? Look north to Edinburgh, south to Belgium or west to Cardiff or Belfast and the answer is pretty much the same.

Ever since the Highland Charge was defeated by superior military tactics, to the times when Edward Heath shoehorned us into this European three card trick and a former Treasury Secretary dreamed up his so-called ‘Barnett Formula’, we’ve been taking it on the chin from North of the border.

It's time the music stopped and we found out who really should have the seats, in our English Houses of Parliament?

For the moment the only thing in our favour is the fact that these Fabian Socialists have not realised as yet, that what they thought was bedrock, will turn out to be a huge sea of shifting sand. This ‘I’m saving the world mantra’ peddled by the member for Kirkcaldy and Cowdenbeath is nothing more than a blatant attempt, seized on by the plonkers, to grasp at nettles they could only previously dream about. Total nationalisation of every aspect of our daily lives in the guise of bogus schemes more suited to a bunch of Oxford Street Bunco Artistes, is what brought us to the brink of 'boom and bust' ruin.

So a slip of the tongue maybe,  was all it needed, to ignite our backs to the wall indefatigability and a sure and certain end to this misery they sought to impose, for all time. We need to be sure no more silly social experiments, are presented to us as a ‘fait accompli’ and assurances that a few simple steps with a printing press will put serious situations to rights, are seen for what they are.

We're in drastic need of fundamental corrections to the way our finances are organised and an end to this funny money regime, based on plastic cards, how do I know all this? I know it because my ancestors came south, maybe in train with the so-called Bonnie Prince Charlie. Though they had the gumption to realise, as I’m sure he did that by the time he got to Derby, his cause was lost. In no way therefore were my stalwart ancestors prepared to be taken on a trek back north, in furtherance of a  lost cause. They realised as a result of this experience, that the best thing to come out of Scotland was the road to England and here we stay!

So, if aspects of this treatise look elusive and you feel a new political party could be the only answer. An English Movement for Democratic Change could soon come tramping over the far horizon.

Watch this space, I'll be back!

Tom