Showing posts with label Conservative. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Conservative. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Why I can't give them my vote

From left: Captain Cock-up, The Cable Guy and la-di-da Boy Scout Graham

For as long as I can remember, my wife and I have had differing political views.

She is a lifelong Conservative, while I - a trade union member since the age of 14!* - was either SDP, Lib-Dem or Labour depending on where my vote would damage the Tories most.

But this year we have at least agreed on one thing: that neither of us feel comfortable voting for either of the major parties.

That came home to us while watching Channel 4's I'm a Potential Chancellor ... Yes It's Hard to Believe Isn't it? last night. Actually she watched all of it, I just enjoyed edited highlights.

Just looking at the three of them up there - Alistair Darling, George Osborne and Vince Cable - was enough to turn me off.

One looks, admittedly, like a politician, though he's unlikely to get the opportunity to be chancellor even in a hung parliament. Of the others one looks like he should be the nemesis of children's TV legend Captain Scarlet, while the second looks like a boy scout who's having to face the music after being caught in a compromising position with his troop leader.

Bizarrely they all speak like that as well...

The Tories apparently - according to political commentators - regarded Osborne's appearance as a 'success' on the basis he did not make any gaffes. They can't do much about their concern that he is 'very posh'. Cripes Bunter! That gives us a great deal of confidence.

It should be of grave concern to the Tories that after 13 years of Labour rule, David Cameron is not way ahead in the polls. The fact that he is not Gordon Brown, is now, apparently, not seen as sufficient to drive people to vote Conservative.

How inadequate must the Tories be? I voted for Blair and even I've had enough of Labour after 13 years!

It was the former French leader Georges Clemenceau - not Winston Churchill incidentally - who said "Not to be a socialist at 20 is proof of want of heart; to be one at 30 is proof of want of head."

I'm now 46 and must be wanting in the head because I'm still left-leaning and have a social conscience. But I'm a lot closer to the centre than I was previously. And many of my contemporaries are, indeed, now right of centre.

But is it a change of social awareness or just the fact we get more cyncial as we get older? I certainly feel it's the latter. I'm much more cynical about everything to do with politics than I was 25 years ago. And I no longer have the motivation nor the inclination to protest strongly or to write a letter of ill-informed complaint to my local newspaper about whatever gets my goat.

I'm sure the urge to write the letters will resurface when I get to about 60 though.

The crux of the matter for me is that I simply don't trust people in high office. I don't believe what they say and always feel there is an ulterior motive in everything they do that I agree with. I would not be surprised if other people of my generation were similarly inclined.

Which is why at 46 rather than wanting of head, many of my ilk just say "I don't really give a 4X, just cut my taxes and go ahead and sell arms to oppressive regimes and stamp on the minorities."

So, come the end of May George Osborne will be our Chancellor of the Exchequer and everybody will be fondly remembering Harry Enfield's Tim 'Nice-But-Dim' character.

Me? I'm voting Green. Tax cuts simply can't help our budget deficit and poor old Vince Cable hasn't got a hope. At least I know the Greens will do my protesting for me while I stir my Horlicks.

*If you must know I started with the National Union of School Students ... and never looked back

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

Spitting mad...

The Conservative Party must be delighted that the seminal, rubber-puppetted satire show Spitting Image is no longer on air.

Several of the shadow cabinet would not look too good as caricatures, but shadow chancellor George Osborne would not have to worry: bizarrely, he already looks like a Spitting Image puppet.

No need for a caricature

Yesterday on the ‘world stage’ he spoke like a school prefect and during his “ovation” looked like a data entry clerk who’d suddenly found himself promoted beyond his ability… hang on a sec.

Osborne would be prime Spitting Image material.

He is a former member of the Bullingdon Club, a notorious Oxford University dining group “‘infamous for “trashing” restaurants and other riotous behaviour’ and ‘open only to sons of aristocratic families and the super-rich’”.*


The Bullingdon Club prepared
Osborne for 'real' life

David Cameron was also a member, so at least we have two people in the shadow cabinet fully cognisant of what motivates the ASBO generation. But presumably, if you can afford to pay for the damage your vandalism causes that’s OK.

Osborne said, on more than one occasion yesterday “we are all in this together”; in the same way, presumably, that everybody was equal in Animal Farm

The Tories aren’t the only people who should be grateful Spitting Image ceased transmission in 1996. Tony Blair’s Labour Government would have suffered hugely at the hands of Fluck and Law.

Which got me thinking… (yeah, I know – here we go)

JOHN PRESCOTT: Obviously he would be as round as he was tall, with rolls of fat falling over Union Jack silk boxing shorts. He’d wear boxing gloves and all the time he was talking he’d be either shadow boxing or stuffing his face with pies. The only other item of clothing would be an adult catch-all bib round his neck like those worn by babies.

HAZEL BLEARS: I’ve no idea why I see her like this but I imagine her as a wartime landgirl wearing a knotted, spotted headscarf. But most importantly she would have over her shoulder a step ladder so she could sit atop it during cabinet meetings.


Bleary eyed - see what I did there?

ROBIN COOK: Obviously a bearded gnome, but instead of the normal gnome get-up it would be an open-neck shirt with huge medallion and he would sidle up to people in a very slimy manner befitting a lothario of such stature. And he would constantly need sub-titles.

HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS TONY BLAIR: Just a normal caricature in a smart grey or navy blue suit. But he has a halo. And as the camera pans out it is clear the halo is held in place by a stick held by Alistair Campbell. Every time Blair appears there is a heavenly flash of light and the sound of a choir; as soon as he steps forward Campbell then ushers the choir and a TV lighting crew out of shot.

Sadly Fluck and Law are no longer in the UK. One is in Australia the other in Cornwall. But if anybody is planning on bringing the show back I’d just like to say I am available for conceptual meetings, script sessions and voice-overs.
  • If you’re too young to remember Spitting Image check out some of the clips here. These are mainly the songs but still worth a gander.
*Taken from Wikipedia so it must be true…