Just finding out how to enable comments here. Gimme a break. I don't do things fast. Why should I? I'm just a bent old cripple who doesn't produce and can be screwed every which way but loose on the grounds of three lies: I'm well off; I own property; I voted Tory. Chummies, I didn't even vote Labour. In Brighton Pavilion? You cannot be serious.
Oh, and after working for 40 years, 30 of them in London medicine, I am an unfortunate expense, a bill that must be reduced. I have yet to find a reason to like Rachel Reeves.
Feed them silence when they seek
Help of thine to hurt the weak.’
The Jungle Book
It is my fate to be at odds with the Labour Party due to a Labour heritage reflected by neither Blair nor Starmer. I join it. I leave in a puff of red smoke, last week I think for the last time; I am now 69.
I listened to mouthings concerning the WFA, most of which were puerile, a robotic parrot repeating ’22bn black hole’ (should that not be ‘millions and millions of pieces of eight'?) as though that proved something. I thought of my mother in her last years helpless in the world. She had me. Some people have no-one.
At least cease to feed them £5.90 a month.
It will help with my energy bills