I’m thinking of joining the strike. I know, I’m not a union member, not part of a collective, some might say ‘barely even works at all’, but that’s not fair, even if slightly true. I’m only qualified to strike because I own a Che Guevara t-shirt. But my bruvvers in the RMT are striking tomorrow, as is their right, and now the nurses are joining in. Possibly doctors too, which is understandable, all public sector medics are tragically undervalued. Civil service might joint too. And, if I’m honest, that might be considered ‘taking the piss’ just a tad as the government is making 90,000 redundancies in the civil service already and if the remainders all left, would anyone really miss them? Though teachers, another underpaid sector, are deciding whether to join the walk-outs.

Tomorrow morning I will NOT walk on the beach for 2k. I will NOT swim 20 lengths of a beautiful, beach-side pool and I will eat no hummus. That’s what striking looks like round here. I won’t even put sun cream on! (Though if its really sunny, I may become a ‘scab’).

It’s back to the 70s. Summer of discontent. And cynicism aside the doctors, nurses and teachers, even the civil servants worked flat out in the pandemic, never stopped, changing their normal procedures and work practices, accommodating the needs of the rapidly changing world. The train people… didn’t. Most were furloughed and played golf for 6 months. And were bailed out by 27 billion quid by the government. So its nice to have a sense of fiscal responsibility.

People think Kier Starmer is boring! How rude. Ok, he’s duller than dishwater, could be replaced by a lamppost and it would take 3 weeks to notice and has been the single most ineffectual leader of the opposition since Reginald Tomlinson in 1858 who died on his first day on the job but remained in his parliamentary seat for 273 days until the smell caused problems and eventual realisation.

Power to the People!!!

A xxxx