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The Wisdom of the Panda.

I was walking along the beach the other day when I came upon this mass of wobbling foam. It seemed to me to be quite a good metaphor for the current state of international politics. All froth and no substance, some distance from the real waves and the deeper water.

I went on to think about the new breed of unstatesmanlike leaders that have been popping up recently in many parts of the world and that led me on to think about which were the most important qualities us human beings should aspire to.

When I arrived home from my walk I switched on the television and received wisdom and an answer from a most unlikely source. I had tuned in to a short Kung Fu Panda cartoon. He was giving a lesson to a large group of young novice rabbit would-be Kung Fu Fighters, who wanted to punch and kick and scream.

Kung Fu Panda explained to them to become truly great at the art of Kung Fu it was necessary to possess the following qualities: patience, courage, confidence, self discipline and compassion. It occurred to me that any human being exhibiting all these traits would make a very good leader, politician, parent. 

Maybe if we all aspired to developing these important characteristics then the world would become a less wobbly place!

(The alternative surely is to put Kung Fu Panda in charge of the world...)

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Back in Hamburg!

On Easter Sunday I went in search of a perfect coffee; not an easy task, because most cafes were closed. This involved walking the backstreets just off of the Reeperbahn in Hamburg. The whole area has changed so much since I first came here at the end of the 1970s. In an era where cities such as Berlin and Amsterdam are seriously in danger of becoming theme parks overrun by Trip Advisor tourists, areas previously notorious for violence and red light action have now been sanitised for the sake of the God of tourism.

Many years ago I used to frequent a cocktail bar called the Weisse Maus, which was run by a much larger than life character called Mona. She once advised me to take the easier options in life! A quick internet search revealed that the bar is still there, but has been inactive for three years.

I then realised I was within walking distance of the Grosse Freiheit. I’ve not been past the place for at least 15 years. I decided to go there. It was much grubbier than I remember – definitely a good thing! The photo above is me standing outside it.

Admittedly, this was rather early for the show we are playing there in October!

JW.


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I’m sitting in the back room one of my favourite cafés making my way through a substantial breakfast. Don’t worry, I’m not going to send you a picture of it! Today could be one of the most significant days in Great Britain’s political history, but you would never know it from observing people worshipping the spring in the Brighton streets this morning

I have shared this room with a variety of different groups of people over the last few years; from the expected groups of ladies who do cake, to Rentokill exterminators, political conference delegates, estate agents and Middle Eastern gangsters! Today it’s quiet here, just as well because I’m writing 100 words on the future of art. 

This week I will be mixing the old and the new, doing some final tweaking to the new album and also listening to Word Salad to see which of the songs I need to learn for the tour. It’s all going on over here - album tweaking, filmmaking, tour preparing and possibly the end of British democracy as we know it! 

Here are my 100 words about art. 

THE FUTURE OF ART 

‘We are all sensory washing machines that wash and rinse and dry our perceptions. Artists often air their dirty linen as well as their freshly pressed ideas. For them it’s about the medium as well as the message. The present is full of people trying to find meaning in an online universe. The future of art rests upon shoulders of those who throw light on universal emotions through a prism of their own making, with a unique insightful view of the world communicated in such a way that it moves the many. This is what art is about; past present and future.’

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Python Politics…

Despite the obvious serious implications for everybody inside and outside the EU you have to admit this whole Brexit situation is incredibly funny. I think the recent Westminster comings and goings could be described as Python Politics. One thing that is so sadly lacking in this monumental political situation is the famous British sense of humour! 

From the point that Cameron decided to subject British society to the huge folly of a referendum in an attempt to pacify the right wing of the Tory party, we have been saddled by the embarrassment of ‘Basil Fawlty’ politics. I still believe that facts and truth will always reel in political fantasy in the end. Just this weekend there seems to be the possibility of practicality raising its head.  

By the way, I think we should have a new definition of the word referendum. Something like, ‘A dangerous device only to be considered in the last resort, making sure that all the consequences are clear to all of the voting participants. Binary choices should be avoided at all costs so you don’t end up with very large numbers of disappointed and bitter people, which can divide whole nations. 

So where are we with Brexit?! 

It looks very unlikely we’re going to crash out of the European Union without a deal before the middle of April. The funny thing is that the outcome of Brexit is as likely to be dictated by accident as by the choices made by politicians! So let’s hope serendipity is kind. Theresa May is still under the delusion that her plan is sacred and any form of compromise is a defeat for her and British democracy. Despite what she says is in the best interests of the country, it seems her main aim is to implement a Brexit that doesn’t break up the Tory party - a thankless task. Recently she has shared a an alarming number of traits with the likes of Trump and Orban and exhibited contempt for the democracy she claims to uphold. 

But hang on a minute, in any other circumstances we would be saying this woman Theresa May is absolutely bonkers; U-Turn after U-turn, ‘shoot yourself in the foot’ speeches to potential supportive politicians, absolute denial of reality and some body language usually seen only in psychiatric hospitals and Hitchcock films. Her stubborn sticking to her deal, previously seen as grim determination, now seems to be a farcical strategy of Pythonian proportions. The famous ‘dead parrot’ sketch comes to mind.

A few months ago there was still quite a lot of sympathy for Theresa May’s unenviable task, but her recent behaviour has left her isolated and vulnerable. Most sane leaders would have fallen on their swords by now, but even the self induced hung parliament has not succeeded in hanging Mrs May yet. 

Because of the way the referendum was presented I don’t think there is any option that will end up pleasing a majority of British citizens. There is no one compromise deal that can deliver the result of such a binary referendum which by definition did not allow for any compromise. The question asked in the referendum was theoretical and bore no relation to practical reality and in fact reflected the current paranoia of many European democracies. 

The short delay breathing space provided by the EU has not really made a ‘no deal’ scenario any less likely. In a matter of two weeks the British parliament need to come up with an alternative proposal from May’s deal or no deal. There is still no guarantee that any of the alternatives will command a majority at Westminster and indeed if they can be made constitutionally possible or delivered in such a short space of time. 

I would be lying if I didn’t say I find this political situation absolutely fascinating. This is the biggest single political event that’s happened in my life time and believe me I do take it seriously. There is so much at stake but if only the politicians could stand back and see the ludicrous nature of the situation, maybe they could cast aside party political affiliations, career ambitions and find the best realistic compromise. 

The recent sequence of events has been so bizarre that it’s impossible to predict what will happen in the short term. The EU has attempted to help precipitate some decisive action. I personally hope that the British parliament will gain overall control of the Brexit process this next week. Whatever the outcome there will be many long-term consequences of this whole debacle. Hopefully recriminations will not be as serious as those threatened by Python’s Cardinal Ximinez and his Spanish Inquisition! 

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Somewhere over the graveyard…

Somewhere over the graveyard - A short dark blog write.

It was midnight. An alarm was going off. Lucien stopped writing and caught sight of his whale belly reflected in the broken mirror. He fought off waves of nausea as he rummaged around for drugs to counteract an impending eruption of bile. Lucien had been recently reading Burroughs. He didn’t have experience of opiates. Injecting or ingesting class-A drugs had always been Kryptonite to his super control freak nature.

It was raining as he looked down from his 4th floor window at the glistening graveyard which straggled both sides of the main road below. He thought about cremation and wrote, “There’s not enough space left for the living or the dead in the world today. How long before they plough the shoals of concrete and bones to make way for condos and tall glass buildings? Up on the hill nearer to heaven is no longer a guaranteed final resting place.”

Recently Lucien had lost far too many contemporaries. Though par for the course in bohemian circles, he never took their premature deaths for granted. All he could do was make light of the situation by putting a line through names in his address book or categorising friends as ‘dead’, ‘almost dead’ or ‘as good as’. 

He found some Ars Alb tablets to wash down with Coke before retreating to his bed. He kept the light on, just as a precaution.


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Liner notes and Spring time…

Hove on International Women’s day...

As this crazy early spring time continues there is a very exciting week in prospect. Aside from the fact that there will be very significant Brexit votes in the British parliament, my technical compadre Eric is coming over from the Netherlands with a new guitar system for me to test and it is the culmination of the six nations rugby championship!


More immediately this morning I have been working on liner notes for the ‘Swimming in Thunderstorms’ album. In yesterday‘s Sunday Observer newspaper there was an article about the new wave of ‘Woke’ folk - bands bringing back the politics into music. I noted the names of the artists that they recommended and religiously went and checked them out on Spotify. Political and social issues have always been a big part of songs on Fischer-Z records. Artists such as Billy Bragg have kept the flag flying for radical political folk. Since the 60’s era when lyrics led youth culture worldwide, (Dylan, Lennon, Morrison et al) political and social commentary has become more sophisticated and sadly much less influential. The new crop of ‘Woke Folk’ are putting forward a British contemporary version of Greenwich village 60s folk! I will check out some of them live.

At the moment we have too many songs for the album which has got to be a good thing! Also it’s very important to get things in the right order in case people still listen through old school from track 1 to 12 or indeed to 2 separate sides of vinyl! Have a good week.

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Changing climates…

What the hell is going on here?!

This picture was taken at the end of last week, sitting next to the river Elbe in Hamburg. I can remember visiting northern Germany during the winter in years gone by and sloshing my way through 20cm of snow. A seal has just been spotted in the river. This is absolutely ridiculous. Those denying climate change are definitely running out of ammunition.

I can’t believe the crowds enjoying the café in the sunshine. There has clearly been a massive change in working habits. There used to be very few people enjoying such a glorious weekday morning, but today there are literally hundreds of people with a laptop in one hand and a cappuccino in the other squinting at their screens.

The current political climate seems to be as bizarre as the weather! It’s scary that an issue as life changing as Brexit is literally becoming a bore to many of the UK citizens. They just want it over regardless of the consequences - bonkers, cataclysmic ostrich behaviour!

The big white-haired gentleman sitting next to me looks a bit like a polar bear!

What next? Great white sharks in the Solent?!

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John in Hamburg…

Moin!

I’m sitting here in the sunshine by the River Elbe in Hamburg drinking luxury coffee. This was not possible when I first came here 40 years ago to play the Markthalle! I’m not a nostalgist by nature but that was our first major German show and so I remember it with much affection and I’ve subsequently always felt a strong connection with this part of the country. (I bet some of you actually came to that show! Do write and let us know.)

On the table in front of me I have my UK ‘Q Music Magazine’, which has a list of their most influential albums of all time. This has reminded me of so much great music that I haven’t heard for years and also made me think about which ones most influenced me. I often get asked about my favourites in radio interviews, but it’s always rushed.

Here’s a few that blew my mind and presumably shaped my music :-

Bob Dylan’s ‘Blowin’ in the wind’ for its words and character singing. (I was just in senior school.)

The Kinks - ‘Something Else’ including the glorious Waterloo sunset. (Stories and atmospheres captured in song.)

Love - ‘Forever Changes’ (prototype acoustic psychedelia.)

The Walker Brothers records & Scott solo.(Glorious big sounds and everyday lyrics.)

Captain Beefheart - ‘Safe as Milk’ (weird is good. Surrealism music.)

The Stooges - ‘Doggy Song...’ (Filthy and attitude is all!)

Laura Nyro  (Godmother of intelligent folk incorporating Brill Building standard writing.)

Nilsson Schmillson (classy sleaze.)

Serge Gainsbourg - ‘Histoire de melody’ (king of musical sleaze.)

Rolling Stones - ‘Rocks off’ (Noise your Mum didn’t like.)

Lennon & Yoko (People laid bare - Also not for your Mum.)

Can - ‘Tago Mago?’ (Euro New Form pioneers. A different way to rock.)

Gil Scot Heron - ‘The Revolution...’

(Politics and music merged.)

The Beach Boys - ‘Petsounds’ (Pop arrangement of the highest level.)

Let’s leave It here as a Part One list while we are in the Californian sunshine! 

I hope these records have made you as happy as they made me. 

JW.


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Herbert and Giessen…

Remember Giessen? (It’s not in Russia!) 

Today’s blog is about trying to remember accurately something that happened about 30 years ago. In the past few days I have been to a number of performances, including the Matthew Herbert Brexit big band performance in the glorious architectural masterpiece that is the new Hamburg concert hall. 

In conversation after the concert, I said I was certain I had played a large festival in Giessen around 1989. Although the notorious performance I remembered was in fact one in St Wendel, some friends of friends had seen Fischer-Z play near Giessen. 

Over Portuguese douro, gin and tonics we were searching the internet for evidence of the show. Phone calls were made that helped us identify the event. 
Although there was no mention of Fischer-Z the bill (sad but true!), someone remembered that Joe Cocker and Susan Vega both performed that day. 

I was wondering whether any of you reading this went to that show near Giessen all that time ago?! It was the era of large outdoor rock events with big-name American artists like Tina Turner, when maybe ticket prices were a little more reasonable! Please write a comment if you remember this show, or any other performances in the ‘Fish’s Head’ era. 

As I sit outside a café this morning on an amazingly warm and sunny February morning I’m reminded that we have a number of festivals which I’m looking forward to this summer 2019. 

I have just heard that seven British MPs have resigned from the Labour party. Both major parties in Westminster are unfortunately lead by intransigent characters. Hopefully many more MPs will shake off the chains of Political party constraints to enable a reasonable solution to the Brexit fiasco! 

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A short story…

There’s a stylish woman in her 70s sitting next to me here in the cafe working on her computer. This is the short story I imagine she’s writing. 

Angela had married young and badly. 
Her only solace was smoking hand rolled cigarettes and writing prose. 
She was determined not to conform in life or in literature and sought out the most Bohemian circles. 
She adored the fantasy world of her childhood and tried to recreate it In her short stories. 

Literature in the 1960s was a grey and unimaginative. 
It didn’t live up to swinging reality. 
She had a very low opinion of most contemporary writers. 
She wanted to set the tone for the new generation of risk takers. 
Writing for her was a compulsion. 
Her ambition was to develop a voice that would be permanent and unmistakable. 
She observed the wider culture and took influence from just about anywhere. 
She believed writing to be her only route to freedom and glorious fantasy was a pool to be immersed in. 

She blew a small inheritance from her aunt on a spontaneous trip to Tokyo. 
She had decided to leave her husband. 
She was hoping for anarchy. 
She tried to turn the real world into her own carnival. 

Within thirteen hours of her arrival she was staring at the ceiling in a Japanese ‘love hotel’. She and the lucky man had no language in common. 

Later in a Tokyo Bar, full of gin and oriental semen, she caught the eye of Tyrone an American soldier of fortune... 

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Fact, Fiction & Bullshit

I buy three quality newspapers on Friday, Saturday and Sunday and generally get through all of them by Monday lunchtime. Despite all the instant online news and the extensive TV coverage of everything current, I still really enjoy reading a physical newspaper with less sensationalist journalism. 

I’m still absolutely fascinated by the Brexit fiasco. Despite my belief that facts will out in the end, I still feel powerless in the face of declining democracy. We the public are being served up bullshit, bullshit and more bullshit. 

I always particularly enjoy the review sections of the newspapers. Although I don’t go regularly enough to the cinema, the theatre or to galleries, I still get an overall perspective of what’s going on in contemporary culture. 

One thing particularly amuses me. The newspapers normally divide the reviews of books into fiction and non-fiction. In the good old days I used to believe most of the news stories were slightly biased non-fiction. TV news is now sensationalist, unashamedly ratings chasing and full of presenters determined to make their names as belligerent custodians of the truth. The tabloids, which are so unfortunately influential, are simply slaves to their reactionary ownership. Serious political journalism now has the problem finding some serious politics to write about. 

While Britain and British society face their greatest challenges for 60 years Brighton ticks on regardless! My picture this week is of a group of people learning to jump over walls on a free running course. 
In a week when ludicrously low official figures for people sleeping on the streets came out, the Trump administration tore up nuclear proliferation treaties and Venezuela teetered on the point of civil war, people in my local café are still ordering, “Decaf flat whites with almond milk and vegan croissants.” So everything must be alright then! 

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What I am listening to…

Today’s blog is mainly about music, but it’s impossible this week to ignore the continuing British political soap opera. Hopefully some of the common-sense amendments being put forward to Theresa May’s doomed deal with the EU will be passed in the Westminster Parliament tomorrow. This will hopefully democratically allow reality to be applied to the whole Brexit fiasco. I have 12 tracks on a playlist which have been inspiring me this month. I’m listening as I write these words.

Link to the Spotify playlist here

1. Hysteria - Kurt Vile is a wonderful calming influence in times of personal and political turmoil. Although a modern act, his music reminds me of the glorious eccentricity of ‘laid back’ cool America reminiscent of everyone from Jonathan Richman to Lou Reed, from Wall of Voodoo to ‘Wailing’ Neil Young to Frank Zappa. Brilliant droll lyrics, delivered easy with a smell of sunshine.

2. Factor of Faith - The Red Hot Chilli peppers are the epitome of what men should be in their 50s! I use them as a yardstick against which to measure energy and attitude.

3. Motor City Steel – The Dandy Warhols are for me ultimate rock and roll Americana. Again, intelligent lyrics delivered in mellow baritone.

4. Relative Poverty – Go-Kart Mozart are wonderfully cheesy lo-fi on this tongue in cheek pop. My manager keeps complaining I spend more on food and coffee than the gross national product of a Third World country!  My guilty pleasure…

5. Slow Burn – Kasey Musgrove.  I’d love to do a duet with this woman! Our new Fischer-Z album will likely have some collaboration on it. What a voice. Real class. Dare I say a Joni or Carole for the 21st century. If any of you guys know her, please put me in touch!

6. Pay no Mind – Beach House are not afraid to play a great slow song, with fab reverberation. I have always approached creative things at high speed. I’ll take my time over certain domestic tasks, but at the moment I’m trying to find some beauty in doing my personal accounts!

7. Hot Pink – Let’s Eat Grandma are absolutely original, fearless, real. My God, perfectly formed music from teenagers. I meet a lot of cynics my age who rattle on about how all the best music was made years ago – bollocks!  I love ‘binky-bonky’ brilliant and reminds me not all clever art is dour and serious. Go girlies go!

8 . Be the Cowboy – Mitski is/are a bit of a mystery to me, but I’m enjoying the amalgam of styles; some 80’s synth merging with jangly guitars that get a bit epic in places. Note to self – Don’t forget to get epic at least once a day.

9. Family - Blood Orange presenting some brilliant spoken word over ‘bungalow ranch style’ cool. Form is everything and don’t you forget it.

10. The Games We Play - Pusha T DAYTONA is evolved hip-hop. It all seems a little more connected to the British urban streets these days. The terrible rise in teenage knife crime in the UK with kids living out ‘Gangsta’ pantomimes on and off line is a tragedy. Public Enemy, Ice Cube, NWA, the Pharcyde and many more could be good listening to enlighten the would-be petty gangsters…)

11. Golden Trunks – Arctic Monkeys show me that radical changes in direction can be an amazing creative boost. I’ve always been keen on all the dangerous artists in the world. No gain without some risk. However, there should be more care taken in politics when millions of peoples’ lives can be adversely affected by a knee-jerk decision.

12. Bridge over Troubled Water – Simon and Garfunkel are one of my references for great 60’s production. And why not?! I’m a huge Walker Brothers fan – Songs and production.

Keep warm over the next week folks. I’m trying to seal up the holes in my bedroom window frames with draft excluder!  JW.

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8 Lines

Well… Here we go again!

For anyone who’s been keeping an I on British politics, today is going to be another fun day! Despite all the academic analysis, absolutely anything can happen. Suffice to say some of the most sensible politicians in Westminster who truly have the best interests of the British people at heart, are trying to make sure that common sense prevails.

This time of the year tends to be a bit miserable and is especially difficult for old people. Apparently this week we are due for a very cold spell of weather. I feel especially concerned for the ever-growing armies of homeless people sleeping rough in the street. I woke up this morning with these eight lines in my head. (by the way, this doesn’t reflect my mood at present as I chopped my way through a healthy English breakfast!)

8 lines

I hear coughing in the street

And squadrons of the gulls

And footsteps overhead

As I wrestle with my world

The gas burst into life

Waiting for a wave

To help me to survive

This January day.

We just had a few of our new tracks cut by the amazing Pete Maher. I’ve been referencing them against some of the best music I’ve heard over the last six months. Apart from the standardly classy work of Elvis Costello and the Good the Bad and the Queen, I’ve been really enjoying the latest music from Kurt Vile, Gruff Rhys, Kasey Musgrove, Pasha T and of course Let’s Eat Grandma!

I was sitting in the sun on a park bench yesterday. When I got up I noticed this wonderful inscription.

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Brexit…

Well… Who’d have thought it?!

After writing the article which is in The European, linked here, I listened transfixed yesterday to live radio coverage of events in Westminster. Nothing can surprise me anymore. If Boris Johnson’s father said his son’s brain had been replaced with a coconut in his last year in Cambridge University – I would believe him. I reckon against three-toed sloth is as likely a candidate for new Prime Minister as anyone else in the country. I don’t believe the rumour that Theresa May is possessed by demons who are obsessed by the Simpsons, although it would explain a thing or two.

This morning on my way to breakfast I bumped into a large kid in a bobble-hat and glasses who was the splitting image of Harry Potter. Now I’m one of the few people in the world who is a non-believer, but I was a bit surprised when he disappeared in cloud of green smoke as I got onto a 25 bus! I did manage to shout, “Fucka You Harry.” – A quote made famous by Pavarotti as he was fined for tax evasion. I felt good, but the other folks in the seats reserved for the old, in-firmed and pregnant were not impressed.

I’ve now finished my omelette and am listening to a 1970’s Carly Simon album on the café hifi. I’m sure all the gentlemen of a certain age remember the cover of her first album. I was of course attracted only by her musical talent and sharp wit, her famous jumper had absolutely no effect on me whatsoever.

Today will be another crazy day in parliament. I personally believe Corbyn has been tricked by Theresa into tabling a vote of no confidence too early. Tories will never desert the flag unless a No Deal is imminent.

Watch this space, there’s certainly plenty to write about at the moment.

Has the UK’s Brexit protest vote finally come up against the buffers of reality?! 

As Liberal western democracy crumbles, exemplified by the demise of parliament in the UK, the reigning in of Macron in France and Germany’s slide into coalition pantomime; the internet domination marches on. The money-worshipping PC middle class have only their selfish selves to blame for the recent rise of the extremist right and surge in ignorant nationalism. It’s too late for the thinking classes to patronisingly label the disenfranchised ‘have-nots’ as ignorant numpties. Our welfare state stopped caring about the less well-off years ago when Thatcher promoted the politics of ‘me and my bank balance first’. We now see the comeuppance in the form of a majority ‘fuck you vote’ that has resulted in Brexit. Of course Brexit makes no sense and can only ever happen in name only and has no basis in reality, it’s still given a voice and indeed a weapon to the previously ignored group of people, with nothing to lose. The only positive I can see emerging from this debacle is that maybe politicians will give a much higher priority to the basic needs of human beings, rather than be driven purely by the demands of the economy. ‘Austerity’ was a myth created as an excuse to adopt undemocratic, inhuman political policies and the Brexit vote enabled the forgotten to wield some real power in an era when many believe they can change the world from their smartphones.

But enough of this reality! 

Tonight saw ’The Meaningful Vote’ on Theresa May’s EU deal. Thank God at last the UK MPs are finally growing the balls to try and claw back the power of our democratically elected parliament. Government by referendum has been seen to be an unmitigated divisive disaster and hopefully will not be repeated. If you believe, as I do, that eventually facts and truth will prevail, then it was only a matter of time before all the polarised rhetoric would come up against the buffers of reality. 

Many people in Great Britain voted not for the ridiculous binary choice of in or out of the EU, but for the right to be heard in a time when successive governments had ignored their interests and indeed their rights to an affordable decent life in a rich western democracy. The Brexit question should never have been asked because it has exacerbated deep social divisions and facilitated an increase in the politics of hatred and suspicion. However, we are dealing with unprecedented political times and so virtually anything is possible before the 29th March.

I would personally like to see the whole ludicrous concept of the UK ‘leaving Europe” swept away on a tide of common sense and practicality. In a world where unhinged dictators are the presidents of rival superpowers and lying is an acceptable political practice, it’s time Old World Europe pulls together to promote the values of truth, decency and care for fellow human beings. As in the school playground, isolated voices of reason get stomped by the bigger bullies and only unity amongst the reasonable majority can combat this happening in the wider adult World. Europe needs a new generation of politicians with courage, statesman-like qualities and the strength to avoid knee-jerk reaction to the pressure of media and internet. At the moment caring Western Democracy is under as much threat as the rainforests. 

Today 15th Tuesday January 2019 - The Meaningful Vote.

I’ve been following political developments since first thing this morning. The EU didn’t seem to be able to give Theresa May any additional help. The opposing factions have been demonstrating outside Westminster making a lot of noise. The Brexiteer supporters have been ringing the Liberty Bell continuously. There were many EU flags and people demanding a People’s Referendum in Parliament Square.

The assumption has been that Theresa May‘s deal would be defeated. If she had lost by less than 70 votes it would probably, at this stage, have been seen as a small victory! Parliament, in the person of The Speaker seem determined to take back some of the control of democracy. (The number of amendments allowed to be debated before the main vote was restricted to 4.) 

Many British citizens interviewed on television are losing their nerve, they just want to see acceptance of a EU deal however poor it is. They are clearly missing the incredible importance of getting this decision right for them and following generations. I believe a small majority of the people would probably now rather stay in Europe. but after the events of the last two and a half years the ingrained bitterness will be very difficult to overcome. A universally acceptable binary outcome is virtually impossible. We could be heading towards a soft Brexit which would actually be a compromise between the two polarised opinions, but that would seem to be unacceptable to both factions.

This evening, in the calm before the storm, I was having my dinner listening to a live commentary from Westminster on the radio. They were estimating a government loss in the order of 150. (The 1st amendment to the Bill giving the UK the sole right to cancel the Irish backstop was really heavily defeated!) There was a report just before 19:35 that the vote NO lobby was apparently “Heaving with Tories”  This was an indication that the margin of defeat for the government was going to be even higher than estimated.

When the result came in at 19:40 it proved to be a landslide defeat for Theresa May’s deal.  432 MPs voted against the deal and only 202 supported it. This was the biggest ever defeat in history for a government in power. At 19:46 Jeremy Corbyn, the leader of the opposition, immediately tabled a motion of no confidence In the government. (Junker said, “Time is running out” at 19:57.)

So what next?

The vote of no confidence in the Government will surely fail, because the Tories consistently rally round their Tory flag. Corbyn fell straight into May’s trap by jumping in too quickly. Tories will not vote against their own except at the 11th hour to avoid a No deal!

Labour will now have to make clear their policy on Brexit because they will not get the option of a General Election and therefore Corbyn will be forced by a large number of his own MPs to consider a second referendum of some sort. 

The EU have all the strong cards in the negotiation process and amazingly 27 European countries are still more unified that the UK parliament.

There seems no outcome that will make everyone happy. May tried to people please but her red lines of ’No Free Movement’ and not being part of the Customs Union were always going to be contentious. Unfortunately she stuck to these to appease her own right wing Tories. I believe many people voted to be less controlled by the EU, but not to leave all its economic institutions.

So now May’s compromise deal has been comprehensively rejected by all parties, the options seem to be no Brexit, no deal or a very hard Brexit; none of which would make the majority of the electorate happy. Maybe it will have to go back to the people in the form of a referendum to choose between one of these options, because of the parliamentary impasse. 

Has the UK’s Brexit protest vote finally come up against the buffers of reality?!   

Answer : Not yet. but it’s getting closer!

 

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#WattsOccurring? No.1

In the cafe…

Using my name and also as a tribute to one of my favourite urban philosophers, Nessa of Gavin and Stacey fame, I’m going to start communicating in a bloggish way with yous!! I don’t yet how often I’m going to do this and it may come in the form of written word, audio and pics - even the odd video.

I’ve usually steered clear of sharing pictures of my breakfast, outlining the route of my latest bicycle journey, or commenting on popular TV shows. Like everyone else I have strong opinions on things cultural, political, sporty and stylish, but I’m much too lazy to contribute a regular column or serious blog. 

Many things I write will be trite, childish and mundane, but that doesn’t seem to have stopped most other bloggers. I do use a number of swear words. Although I’ve had an education, no amount of eloquent sentences can replace the succinct beauty of “For fuck sake!” or just plain “Bollocks!” I’ve noticed that even my most accomplished journalist friends are not averse to dropping the odd ‘penis’ into their learned paragraphs - And why not? 

I also hope to also involve/interview some of my friends and other people I admire.

In the cafe this morning :-

On politics - I was mainly laughing about tomorrow’s vote in Westminster on ‘Dancing Theresa’s’ EU deal. (By the way do you all think she should guest as Mrs.Burns in the Simpsons?) My view is that despite a few parliamentarians growing some balls, the vote will be extremely close and the reality buffer has yet to stop Brexit in all but name only. But it will come. Nobody gets away long-term with denying facts and truth - Not even Dismal Donald. Incidentally what’s happened to that old American democratic institution known as rub out the president and blame the Mafia, FBI, Putin’s plastic surgeon, Sundar Pichai or even KFC? Come on you Americans!

On music - I was enjoying some Bad Bunny with my poached eggs, especially the track with animal noises at the front. Then I was marvelling at the power and energy of my favourite millennial Chilli Peppers tracks. My listening was cut short when I dropped half my space pen into my flat white. I bloody love good coffee made for me in a cafe!

if you have any comments or questions for me then I will be pleased to hear them - probably!

Enough.

(I write in places like this!)