Wednesday, 23 August 2017

The Weaponisation of History

Jonathon Davies, Going Postal

I was lucky enough to have a couple of excellent teachers and lecturers for History during school and University. They emphasised two important points on why History was so important. First, that history is written by the victors. Second, whoever controls the past, controls the future.

History is also the search for the truth. As one of my University professors said, “History is a bullshit detector.” Sources are analysed rigorously, published papers peer reviewed. It was constantly questioned, and re-evaluated in light of new discoveries. Or it used to be.

First, history is written by the victors. What is the major source for the battle of Hastings and the Norman conquest? The Bayeux Tapestry. Produced by the Normans. If you win, you get to put forward your version of history. This is usually then the accepted version. Even when it is later challenged by historians, it is hard to remove the perception from the public consciousness.


The Internet is Simple, Part Two

El Cnutador, Going Postal

Routers keep this mapping in a list for future lookup. The chain keeps on going, with each step out to the wider network adding enough information so the network knows how to handle your packet at each step. Packets hop between routers from the originating machine until they get to where they should be going, or otherwise you get an error returned to you. If a router does not know of the target IP address of where the packet should be sent, it take a look at the target IP address and see if it is an address it should know about. If it is, then it will try to connect to the machine and forward the packet. If it isn’t, then the packet will be forwarded to another router higher up in the hierarchy to deal with.

All internet computers will have an IP address, and this is what is used to pass the packets of data around. But wait, no one is typing dotted quads in to surf the net though, right? Because we are rubbish at remembering numbers, there’s an aliasing system in place – that links a friendly name to the IP address. This service is offered by Domain Name Servers or DNS for short. These are machines on the internet that can turn easy to remember human names into actual IP addresses.


Tuesday, 22 August 2017

Puss in Boots

Bobo, Going Postal
To Southwark Fair, very dirty, and there saw the puppet show of Whittington, which was pretty to see” – Samuel Pepys.

In the fourteenth century the toll required of a prostitute who wished to cross the bridge at the French town of Montlucon was four pence, ‘aut unum bumbum’.

J.G. Bourke, amongst whose writings we find this picaresque example of an alternative method of payment, clearly wishes us to pronounce the final word as rhyming with ‘tumtum’ and hence invest it with a quite specific meaning: ‘one up the Gary Glitter’ as I believe the modern colloquialism to be. Bourke and I agree pretty well on most things but here I reckon the old boy fell into error, and that error I believe to be threefold.


Monday, 21 August 2017

The Conservatives are Committing Suicide

John Booth, Going Postal
The banality of evil, and they are evil

The Conservatives are Committing Suicide If it wasn't obvious before, today we know that the UK Conservative Government have declared war on their own citizens by curbing our right to freedom of speech. The police and the CPS have agreed the following definition for identifying and flagging hate crimes and announced this today:

An Old-fashioned Nurse

Jethro, Going Postal
On the same day that a national newspaper carried the notice of my wife’s death, the front page had a headline to the effect that ‘Midwife Mistakes’ were responsible for many infant deaths and disabilities; now, two months later -to the day- a national paper returns to the same topic, but concentrating on the brain-damage aspect. She could have forewarned both the R.C.N. and Westminster of exactly this probable outcome, not least when Midwifery training was stripped of its requirement to be preceded by General training. She had, herself, been a Midwife, having first trained in General Nursing, and once having achieved ‘State Registered Nurse’ status (a relative had got her into The Royal Masonic Hospital), she went on to ‘U.C.H.’ to train as a Midwife. Training at both places was demanding (R.M.H. Matron: “You go to the lavatory, Nurse, in your own time, not when on duty!”) with lectures having to be attended when dropping with sleep after a full shift on the Wards. Nurses, then, had to do all those menial tasks now considered far beneath the dignity of ‘Nurse-Practioners’ with Degrees: vomit wiped up, bed-pans or bottles brought as soon as a patient’s bell rang, beds made impeccably, two when drugs were given so that someone else could check the dosage – and, indeed, the drug - was right...dead patients laid out (in, of course, respectful silence), dying babies given emergency Baptism... To have a patient have a bed-sore meant a carpeting in front of Sister – if not Matron - ,as it was a sign of neglect of a Nurse’s duties, and, besides, ‘prevention is much better than cure’.

Postcard from Yekaterinburg

DavidMurphy57, Going Postal

Sunday, 20 August 2017

Victoriana 6

Tachybaptus, Going Postal

Chapter 6

The accident had only just happened. The steamer was nose down in the hole and one rear wheel was still turning lazily. There was a descending whine as its turbine ran down. A cloud of dust hung over the scene.

History - we don’t need no stinking history

Colliemum, Going Postal

A wise man (sorry: cis-ultra-far-right-old-white-privileged, non-gender-fluid dead man) once said that those who do not learn from History are condemned to repeat it. History is to do with memory, a nation’s collective memory.
We’ve all remarked again and again that Generation Snowflake and their slightly older siblings, now firmly occupying the meejah, have a memory which doesn’t go further back than last Tuesday.
The shitstorm in the international MSM about Charlottesville and what Trump said or should’ve said is there for all to see. What is not there for all to see are two phenomena:

Saturday, 19 August 2017

Arcade Fire - Everything Now



1985 by Anthony Burgess: A Review

MyHyde, Going Postal

Orwell's magnum opus 1984 is as close as one can get to a masterpiece. It is perfectly structured, has a gripping story, a perfect lead character, and just enough ideas to make one question what may have been a previously held notion. Of course, its genius does not make a wholly correct book. A satire of its time, it suffers a fault of being seen as a work of sci-fi when it is more akin to Swift’s Gulliver Travels than Huxley’s Brave New World.

This leads to the fault that Orwell seemed to have suffered. His bleak vision is hardly the world we live in today or in any day. It was mockery of post-war society. Similarities exist, by natural cultural impact but we aren’t Airstrip One and most of us aren’t sent to Room 101. I’m not the first (nor last) to think this as the writer and undervalued thinker, Anthony Burgess seemed to have set it out many years before me in his 1978 work and 1985.

My Dad by Gmbd

Gotham must be destroyed, Going Postal

We lived together for 16 years yet I hardly know anything about him.
He was built like the proverbial brick shit house and all muscle.
He never ever laid a finger on me and I did give him reason sometimes.
Once I threw a dart at him very hard and it stuck in his upper arm.
He pulled it out and walked away saying nothing.
I loved and was terrified of him.
I know that he had a Scottish mother and both parents died when he was an infant and he was brought up by an aunt.


Friday, 18 August 2017

Hate and all that - Psychopathological mechanisms of dissent

Guardian Council, Going Postal

Hate is not a crime – it’s a feeling, an emotion. Like many other sentiments and most of the emotional impulses we are endowed with, hate is also rather fickle. Feelings come and go, they don’t stick around for a very long time, unless you have a compulsive disorder and try to hang on to them even after their time is long gone.

Despite them being rather short lived (in a mentally sane and stable individual, that is) emotions do serve an evolutionary cause for mankind. It is fair to say, I suppose, that Neanderthal man rather hated seeing his next of kin (or himself) being eaten by sabre tooth tigers, or chased by woolly mammoths. Thus, he or she (or whatever) set about the business of inventing clever technologies that made an untimely demise from this world a tad less likely, increasing an individual’s chance of passing on genes to the next generation.

The Zeebrugge Raid Part Two – Into the Maelstrom

Blown Periphery, Going postal
Daffodil rams HMS Vindictive against the mole. The Marines and Naval Landing Party are going in up the ramps. Shockingly there is not a fluorescent H&S tabard in sight

..I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'

By 2330 hours on the 22nd April 1918, the fleet was closing in on the port of Zeebrugge under the cover of a smoke screen laid by the motor launches. The Germans couldn’t have failed to notice the presence of thirty-three launches busily moving at high speed and laying smoke floats. The Germans concentrated their fire on the vulnerable launches and significantly the smoke floats, but more seriously at 1156 hours the wind changed from blowing from the northeast and thus shrouding the mole with smoke and was now blowing from the south and the smoke was disappearing out to sea. The Germans were firing multitudes of star shells and were using searchlights to great effect. The intention was for HMS Vindictive to provide a diversion for the German guns and my God, what a diversion she made.

Thursday, 17 August 2017

How I found Jesus - and some other GP posters

ViciousButFair, Going Postal

Let me say something about GP, about this site, GP is our village, our community, I now really hate that particular C word since the msm cunts have stolen it so perhaps our neighbourhood or our fraternity is better. Perhaps the puffin really is our fraternity pin?

After I retired I rediscovered freedom, life and dating sites again, I even considered buying a moped to get around the country for the ladies, petrol  for a 2.8 litre car was starting to get very expensive for a man of pensionable age.
I have a startling vision of the first date in my moped scenario, we meet at the Slaughtered Lamb for lunch, I am wearing a leather flying hat, goggles, a long water proof coat and bicycle clips, picking dead flies out of my teeth I say, "Hello, you must be Deirdre, are you sure you are really only 53?"


Wednesday, 16 August 2017

The Internet is Simple, Part One

El Cnutador, Going Postal

If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port,
And the bus is interrupted as a very last resort,
And the address of the memory makes your floppy disk abort,
Then the socket packet pocket has an error to report!


Rest can be found here. Below, we’ll go through how the internetz actually works, from switching on your computer to how to keep prying eyes out of your biznai with encryption and VPNs.


Postcard from Bueckeburg

Guardian Council, Going Postal
Bueckeburg town church

Tuesday, 15 August 2017

City of Lead

Joe Slater, Going Postal
Malmö main square

or A City in Metamorphosis

Who now remembers that Helsinki was a mainly Swedish-speaking city 100 years ago, known as Helsingfors to the rest of Europe? In this case, only the language was replaced. But a city’s people can be replaced just as easily. Wroclaw, Szczecin and Gdansk were German cities in living memory. Bratislava was both a German and a Hungarian city before it became Slovakian. Today, there is almost no trace of Bratislava’s German or Hungarian past. In most parts, you would never guess that anybody but Slovaks ever lived here.


Postcard from Lytham St Annes


As several other people have been kind enough to send postcards from their travels, I feel inclined to greet  you all from my home town of Lytham St Annes. It truly is like being on holiday every day of the year.

I came to live here twenty-one years ago and now that I have retired I have no plans to move elsewhere. It  is one of the finest of English seaside towns. I think this would become apparent to anybody who was  fortunate enough to take just a short saunter down our main streets. You will meet mostly English people,  with a smattering of Scots but seldom, if at all will you stumble across a migrant, refugee or immigrant  from sunnier climes. Consequently, we have very little crime. I often go to bed without my pyjamas as I know  I am unlikely to be disturbed.


Monday, 14 August 2017

Energy levels of atoms

(or why shoving a red hot poker where the sun doesn't shine is an experiment in quantum physics)

In my previous artlicle, we had a brief look at spectroscopy and how atoms of different elements absorb and  emit light at different frequencies but why is this?


The spectroscopic 'signatures' of different elements

If we consider the Bohr model of an atom, we can see that electrons orbit the nucleus and that these are  arranged in distinct shells; you may remember from school that each shell contains a maximum number of  electrons and these shells are further broken down in to sub-shells. From the nucleus, the first shell is s  which has a maximum of 2 electrons, p has a maximum of 6, d has a maximum of 10 and so on as we move away  from the nucleus. Just for interest, s stands for Sharp, p for Principal and d for Diffuse.

Postcard from England

SG, Going Postal

Sunday, 13 August 2017

Victoriana 5

Tachybaptus, Going Postal


Chapter 5

When Victoriana descended the stairs next morning for breakfast, she was anticipating – indeed she had prepared herself for – the renewed reproaches from her parents concerning her deviant behaviour the afternoon before: but she was not at all ready for what happened next.
‘Victoriana,’ said her Papa in his stern voice, ‘your Mama and I have been discussing matters and we have come to the conclusion that you are becoming a little wild and rebellious of late. I suppose it is the air in this country that causes this sort of behaviour, indeed I believe it is endemic here for every man to bow to no –’

The Sunday Sermon with the Church of Going Postal, 13th August 2017


In the beginning

1 In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.

2 And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.

3 And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.

4 And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness.

5 And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day.

6 ¶ And God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters.

7 And God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament: and it was so.

8 And God called the firmament Heaven. And the evening and the morning were the second day.

9 ¶ And God said, Let the waters under the heaven be gathered together unto one place, and let the dry land appear: and it was so.

10 And God called the dry land Earth; and the gathering together of the waters called he Seas: and God saw that it was good.

11 And God said, Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding seed, and the fruit tree yielding fruit after his kind, whose seed is in itself, upon the earth: and it was so.

12 And the earth brought forth grass, and herb yielding seed after his kind, and the tree yielding fruit, whose seed was in itself, after his kind: and God saw that it was good.

13 And the evening and the morning were the third day.

14 ¶ And God said, Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years:

15 And let them be for lights in the firmament of the heaven to give light upon the earth: and it was so.

16 And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also.

17 And God set them in the firmament of the heaven to give light upon the earth,

18 And to rule over the day and over the night, and to divide the light from the darkness: and God saw that it was good.

19 And the evening and the morning were the fourth day.

20 And God said, Let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, and fowl that may fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven.

21 And God created great whales, and every living creature that moveth, which the waters brought forth abundantly, after their kind, and every winged fowl after his kind: and God saw that it was good.

22 And God blessed them, saying, Be fruitful, and multiply, and fill the waters in the seas, and let fowl multiply in the earth.

23 And the evening and the morning were the fifth day.

24 ¶ And God said, Let the earth bring forth the living creature after his kind, cattle, and creeping thing, and beast of the earth after his kind: and it was so.

25 And God made the beast of the earth after his kind, and cattle after their kind, and every thing that creepeth upon the earth after his kind: and God saw that it was good.

26 ¶ And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.

27 So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.

28 And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth.

29 ¶ And God said, Behold, I have given you every herb bearing seed, which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree, in the which is the fruit of a tree yielding seed; to you it shall be for meat.

30 And to every beast of the earth, and to every fowl of the air, and to every thing that creepeth upon the earth, wherein there is life, I have given every green herb for meat: and it was so.

31 And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good. And the evening and the morning were the sixth day. And Going Postal.

Friday, 11 August 2017

The Zeebrugge Raid Part One - Saint George’s Day 1918

Blown Periphery, Going Postal
Extent of British Front Line early 1918 (Solid Black Line)

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,...

By the end of 1916, it was becoming clear to British military planners and their French allies, that despite the appalling losses of Verdun and the Somme, the only way to defeat Imperial Germany was by offensive action. Whatever has been written in hindsight about the "stalemate" of the Jutland naval battle, the German fleet never committed itself to major fleet action for the rest of the Great War. Verdun and the Somme bled the French and the British Empire white, but it had the same effect on Germany. It was also clear that offensive action required a vast logistics train to transport men, fuel, guns, ammunition, food, medicines, fodder and horses across the narrow English Channel.


Thursday, 10 August 2017

Averaging 50

Wooshy, Going Postal

It’s 6 am on a cloudy Friday morning, mid October. I’m about to bite into my breakfast at Bristol Airport and my phone rings. Its my customer, the screen reads "Jayne". What could she want at this time ? I've not even landed in Spain, I’m thinking. I reluctantly answer the phone.

"Hi Mick, Just ringing to make sure you made it to the airport on time?"
"Yer, Yer, I’m here Just waiting for the gates to open and that."
"Excellent, we have an issue. One of the sales guys has booked some of the kit to go out on Sunday and we could do with it back here Saturday night. Is that possible if I make sure you're away by later today?"
I’m silent as I’m thinking what to say? I have to say yes don’t I really ? Do I ? Can it be done ? All these thoughts in a split second. Time is relative, it appears.
I meekly let out "I'll do my best".
As soon as those words left my mouth my brain kicked in "What the hell are you thinking man ? Why did you say that ? You've gone self employed so you can say no to people."
"Brilliant Mick, I'll make sure the van is loaded the moment you arrive at the FIRA."
The phone goes dead, Jayne has hung up and I feel angry at myself, why did I do that ?? I tuck into my breakfast and waiting for my flight to Barcelona.


Wednesday, 9 August 2017

Postcard from Hanover

Guardian Council, Going Postal
Translation via Google: 'You need to wake up. Identity action'

I 'Ate You Butler!

Coloniescross, Going Postal
Stephen Lewis, 1926 - 2015
A Beginners Guide to Hate Crime

A Hate Incident is any incident which the victim, or anyone else, thinks is based on someone’s prejudice  towards them because of their race, religion, sexual orientation, disability or because they are transgender.

Not all hate incidents will amount to criminal offences, but those that do become hate crimes. The Association  of Chief Police Officers and the CPS have agreed a common definition of hate crime: "Any criminal offence  which is perceived by the victim or any other person, to be motivated by hostility or prejudice based on a  person's race or perceived race; religion or perceived religion; sexual orientation or perceived sexual  orientation; disability or perceived disability and any crime motivated by hostility or prejudice against a  person who is transgender or perceived to be transgender."


Tuesday, 8 August 2017

Dua Lipa - New Rules



Review - Dunkirk, by Rat Catcher

Rat Catcher, Going Postal
Dunkirk, May, June 1940

It was on Saturday that Mrs. Catcher and I took the train to the imax cinema to see Dunkirk. It is quite a journey so we made a night of it and came back the next day - I do like a road trip!

Why did I want to see it? I wanted to consider the current interpretation of this incredible feat of humanity with what I know is the truth. I was preparing to walk out half way, to probably burst a blood vessel and dial 999 right there in the cinema.
The truth is, I did none of these things.
I watched the trailer previously. A full 5 minute single shot scene that made me think that above all else, this will be a cinematic spectacle whether I love or hate it.


Postcard from Bamburgh

AC, Going Postal

Monday, 7 August 2017

Music - and Alzheimers


In my wanderings through the interwebz I came across one of those ‘self-help’ articles which appear from time to time. Since many of us have cottoned on to the fact that, being told one thing is good for you in week one, only to be told the opposite in week four (butter/bacon/coffee/drinks) means we totally disregard them - with one exception: when it’s about Alzheimers. Yes, we read those because that’s not something we want to catch. The article I saw (and binned) was giving the usual tips, like doing crossword puzzles and exercise (yeah - that’s fun when you can’t even stagger down the stairs first thing in the morning, and not because of the healthy alcohol intake of the night before …) and eating whatevah until we’re told not to eat it.

But one ‘advice’ stuck in my mind: music! Best is to actively play music, but just listening is also good. Playing music - that reminded me of an observation: how the advent of the juke box has meant the death of musicians - ordinary people - playing in pubs. Well, the pubs are mostly gone now as well, but that’s another story. About thirty or so years ago, one found such impromptu music being played in Irish pubs up and down that country. It was wonderful. Today, everybody wants to be on telly, or on their own little youtube channel. ‘Music’ has to be ‘pop’, and little girls ‘do’ it, twerking included.

Sunday, 6 August 2017

Victoriana 4

Tachybaptus, Going Postal


Chapter 4

Victoriana did not scream: she was beyond screaming. In a faint voice she said, ‘Those men put me here.’
The hands released their grip. ‘Waddya done to bug ’em? An’ what’s wid dat accent? Ya sound real funny.’
‘I’m English,’ said Victoriana, strengthened by indignation. ‘And they were spying on my Papa. He’s a soldier and he does important work. With your government.’
‘My gumment! Hoo hoo. But if yer agin ’em, guess we is too. Siddown an’ let’s talk aboudit.’ A hand on her arm, gentler this time, guided her to what felt like a packing case, on to which she subsided gratefully.

Saturday, 5 August 2017

Psychedelic Trance Mix 2017 Burning Man Festival



The Tragedy of Donald Crowhurst and the Teignmouth Electron – The Golden Globe Race of 1968

Blown Periphery, Going Postal

Being brought up in the 1960s my life as a child was uncomplicated.  I had few worries then, but as I’ve got  older the few that there were, have rather crowded into my conscious memory and now my biggest worry is; why  wasn’t I worried?  Is there something wrong with me?

Cuba, Russia, America.  Thermonuclear war.  Endless Labour Governments.  IMF, National bankruptcy.  Vietnam,  ceaseless newsreel footage of helicopters, wide-eyed, bewildered young men, wearing helmets that were too big.   Burning B52s tumbling, lazily out of a solid overcast above Haiphong.  Naked children running out of a napalm  cloud.  Retarded bombs falling slowly away from under F 101 Voodoos, framed by the jungle racing past below.   The Six Day war, burning Russian aircraft on Cairo West’s dispersals, nicely packed close and lined up. Bad  music then. Good music now.  The Swinging Sixties rather passed me by.  My sixties consisted of damp Duffel  coats, flannel shorts, warm milk, Clarke Shoes and grey, woollen socks in the coldest winter of 1963.  Of  woollen mittens dangling from the sleeves of my duffel coat, that mum had thoughtfully stitched onto a ribbon,  so I wouldn’t lose them.   But the 60s were I believe, the best decade for children to grow up in.  Supercar.   The Mercury Space Programme.  Fireball XL5.  The Gemini Space Programme.  The TSR2.  Sooty and Sweep, sorry,  just joking.  The Apollo Space Programme.  Stingray.  First manned flight round the moon.  Thunderbirds.   First men on the moon.  Captain Scarlet.


Friday, 4 August 2017

The Chainsmokers - Honest



The year was 2081, and everybody was finally equal

Oyzmandias, Going Postal

This article is about ‘Harrison Bergeron’ by Kurt Vonnegut. It’s as brilliant as it is short and you can read it here. Best to do so before continuing if you’re unfamiliar with the work as MASSIVE SPOILERS lie ahead.

I was never one for literature when I was at school. Despite enjoying reading the books and plays I could never analyse them in depth. It was easy enough to pass the exams by regurgitating the notes dictated by the teacher but where’s the fun in that?


Thursday, 3 August 2017

Anne-Marie - Ciao Adios



The Power of 10 – A Trip Around the Universe – Part 2 of 2


In part one, we took a trip around the universe and saw ours and other planets, the orbits, our sun, stars and galaxies; using the power of 10 as a positive number. In this final part of the power of 10, we look at the negative power of 10.

From Wikipedia, the negative power of 10 is:

The negative 10 power related to a short scale name can be determined based on its Latin name-prefix using the following formula: 10 -[(prefix-number + 1) × 3]


Wednesday, 2 August 2017

If I Wanted Britain to Fail

gb_dorset, Going Postal

If I wanted Britain to fail …To follow, not lead; to decline, not prosper; to despair, not dream. I would start with sovereignty.  Even after the vote to leave, I’d continue to cede all law making to the unelected EU bureaucrats in Brussels.  In return for this I would pay an exit fee of £100 billion and remain within the protectionst Single Market, ignoring the open possibilities for trade agreements with the US and Anglo spere nations.  I’d police myself ruthlessly to ensure that I continue to comply with all EU laws and pay vast fines if I break rules whilst other members continue to flaunt the rules with impunity. I’d give up any remaining judicial authority that I have and look to the European Court of Justice to arbitrate in all our affairs   I’d show the world how selfless I am by keeping our borders open to the vast Muslim hordes who have accepted Frau Merkel’s open invitation to come and live in Europe.

Postcard from Eyemouth

AC, Going Postal

Tuesday, 1 August 2017

Kronic - Rendevouz



A Demographic, Disenfranchised - Part Three

Coloniescross, Going Postal

Ignominious Defeat and Inglorious Victory

It would be very easy to make light of the 2017 General Election result, from the childish relish of the ABBC when the exit polls came out, to the faux victory parades of the deluded Labourites the whole thing took on an element of farce, but the 5 weeks leading up to it offered quite a stark warning for those willing to read the runes. On the 16th of May, a week after it was “leaked” to the Daily Mirror, Labour published its manifesto. These are just a couple of examples of what was a veritable cornucopia of wild and unrealistic promises;

  • Increasing the minimum wage to £10 per hour
  • Extending free school meals to all primary school children
  • Measures to cap class sizes in schools
  • Increasing the Carers Allowance by £10 a week , to put it in line with Jobseekers’ Allowance
  • Ending the 1% pay cap for nurses, midwives and other NHS staff
  • Repealing the Trade Union Act
  • Scrapping the Tories’ Brexit White Paper and the Great Repeal Bill