Where Did They All Go, Dave? I think I just saw a flying pig

Former Gorsey Bank Council Estate by Alan Lowndes

The Hillsborough report has confirmed a conspiracy theory that I thought might only ever see the light of day in 100 years time, or more. Like the Battle of Orgreave, the 1980s riots and James Anderton’s tactical aid squads, Hillsborough was one of the few occasions where it was possible to witness thousands of ordinary working class people meeting with a police force apparently primed by Thatcher and Murdoch to treat people like dogs. That’s official. That’s why I think I just saw a flying pig in the shape of David Cameron, a Tory Prime Minister, apologising … profusely … for everything. Everything?

Throughout the 80s, 1000s of people each week weren’t just rendered unemployed by Thatcher, they were destroyed. There was no work. Coinciding with Tebbit’s double-edged “on your bike” message to the masses, an entire skilled workforce in steel, mining, road-building, housing, textiles, shipbuilding, docks, was lost, dispersed onto some A-road south perhaps. Look at the scale of it. Look at Trafford Park, or the Don Valley, or Gateshead now. In 18 years, Thatcher invested in just one improvement project, the M25. It doesn’t add up. My father, a salesman in steel, was badly affected. He got by selling sofa covers.

So where did 1000 Frank Gallaghers go each week? They didn’t all just sign on, grumble, get pissed and head to the bookies with the giro. Thirty years ago, where did the 13 million go? Did they just curl up and die?

Living in Stockport throughout the years of mass unemployment, random violence, protest and Tory landslide victories, I began to believe that Thatcher, like Pinochet, was somehow secretly rounding people up and doing away with them. Seriously. I did. Britain is small geographically, with millions of people crammed into insular estates. I reckoned it would be easy. Last year, official papers released revealed that Thatcher and Howe talked of “cutting Liverpool (Britain’s fourth largest city) adrift. What did they mean? What was the “tough nut to crack”? Did they, in the words of Irvine Welsh, really plan apartheid (forced confinement) here? How far did they go with their police state? Will we ever know what happened to the 13 million? In 100 years time maybe?

Of course, I don’t think anything like ethnic cleansing on that scale could go unnoticed in a modern western democracy, and after my northern years struggling in the declining world of Engineering and feeling “the 21st century breathing down my neck”, as Morrissey said, I’m much better now thank you. But look at it this way. What about the things we can still see? The lost estates, the abandonment of whole rows of houses in the north? Where did they all go, Dave? Any apologies forthcoming?

UK EU Membership and Right Wing Unthink

We receive £5 billion directly from the EU in public sector payouts.

It’s not much but it is officially on page 20 of the Treasury report:

http://www.hm-treasury.gov.uk/d/european_union_finances_2010.pdf

The treasury figures don’t go to town on the private sector benefits which could be quite a lot depending on how well they’re doing. Membership of the EU means there are no tariffs on trade across borders, so it costs nothing to trade in the biggest economic sector in the world. Someone must do quite well. Is that figure not included because it’s not known? Maybe the private sector is so weighed down with EU bureaucracy it fails on the main benefit of the single market.

The official cost of free trade that EU membership gives is £12 billion, a fraction of the national budget of £703 billion.  The cost hardly even registers in the scale of things:

Pensions £129.3 billion

Health Care £123.8 billion

Education £93.3 billion

Defence £47.2 billion

Welfare £111.0 billion

Listen to the Director of the Institute of Fiscal Studies backing up the facts on the BBC: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-15387495

But those are just the “official” figures. They would say that wouldn’t they. The Euro-skeptics, who also happen to be very right wing, provide figures they claim to be “real” and speak up for the “burdened” private sector. They also claim that their figures are based on the official figures in some way. I checked the link. They aren’t in any way based on anything. Their so-called, “real, underestimated and hidden” figures are speculation, dogma and propaganda.

The leaders of the pack are the Telegraph and the Taxpayer’s Alliance who claim that the “real” cost of free trade in the EU is immense. They slap a figure of hundreds of billions thus making the man in the street think he’s expert in something he knows nothing about. It’s malicious manipulation and it’s just going to end with a lot of people losing their jobs.

There’s a moment when sensible people might go, “Oh I see. That’s what they’re on about!” but then there are also those who have a grudge about Eurovision, or the World Cup, and despite Britain starting more wars than any country in Europe, they go on hating the Germans and the French and anyone. It really is laughable but it probably will give Cameron the landslide he wants. Then he can forget them all again.

Editor’s note:  Since writing this I’ve been thinking about the, “real, hidden, underestimated” cost and thinking that it could just as easily apply to the benefits of the EU.

Cost-Reduced Bombs Trip Humane Mouse Trap

Recent cost-reduced army exercises on Salisbury Plain must have sent a shock wave that caused my humane mouse trap to close with no mouse inside. I rang the Annoyed By Bombs? army hotline but they weren’t interested. Oddly, they asked for the coordinates of my house. They suggested the mouse had got in and out without being caught. This is a mouse with a penchant for plastic pipe lagging and it can make a noise at 4am that sounds like concrete slabs being dropped. Names suggested: Harry Houdini, Plastic Bertrand. All that shredded plastic should have killed him by now or caused a sex change. I won’t be calling on the army to sort it out. Pretty soon I hope to take Plastic B. on a long journey in a fast car and like Le Carre in Smiley’s People, I will arrive at the Salisbury Plain army checkpoint and demand a mouse swap.

Then the electrician spent ages tracing a loose neutral wire that had caused the outside lights to fail. I was blaming the tree people. He thought I was blaming him. I was blaming the army. It’s a blame game. Speaking of blame, I’m keeping away from the news this week. Ozzy Osborne and the Cutbacks etc. He reminds me of Alan Rickman as the Sheriff of Nottingham with that exaggerated sideways “Gah!” of spiteful mocking disdain when jeered in the house. Apart from the politics, is he really personally unpleasant or have standards dropped? I’m sure the media are holding back on his unfortunate personality until the time is right, ie when Cameron wants to blame his nearest rival for the looming fuck up and endless Antiques Roadshows from the Ark Royal.

My novel progresses slowly. It’s not the oddest thing I’ve written. Not yet anyway. Since the recent success with The New Flesh, I feel a sudden pressure to write odd but that’s not how it works. Back in May 09, the Guardian leaked some Barclays internal memos that described the goings-on of those juvenile young bucks in the financial world. Some of those details made it into the story I’m getting published. How weird is that?

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