There are signs that all is not well down in middle-income Audi Avenue. The days are getting shorter, the weather not as good as it was and some, if they are paying attention to any news outlet away from the BBC and Sky News or any other outlet than MSM in the UK, will have noticed that there are more than a few problems ahead.
It seems that after the furlough payments stop, the long summer of doing virtually nothing and being paid for it or apparently working from home and boasting about it to that bore of a bloke down the pub, is about to come to an end.
It was apparent from the very beginning of the ‘war’ on the virus, that middle income earners were not going to sully their hands by actually doing something. As we all know it was the lower income people, the self-employed and the small business owner who were going to be the ‘fall guys’ for whatever restrictions the government and the ‘science’ used to (1) make themselves look like statesmen and (2) show the world that Britain is still a world leader, that ‘plucky Brits’ could take everything the virus would throw at them and when the chips were down, British expertise, knowhow and sheer stoicism would see them through. All the time they were demonstrating that they are all in it together as they marched into the sunlit heavens singing the words to a tune barely known by millions, words disliked by Elgar the composer and banned by the BBC. Still it made a lovely distraction when the government was under pressure to ‘do something’ about BBC bias and the licence.
Looking back, that script now looks as if it was one written by Ernie Wise for the Morecambe and Wise Show all those years ago. At least they were funny, which is more than could be reasonably said about the antics of this government and its many ministers, all struggling to get their faces on TV and often making statements way outside their brief.
To be honest, the Last Night of the Proms has not featured in my list of national events for some years. Much of it featured music not to my taste; much of the narrative was political, and when the whole thing was hijacked by EU flag-waving lovers of classical music, looking down on those who disagreed with their pro-EU sentiments and who just wanted to attend and enjoy the last night at the Albert Hall, we in our household made the decision, (one made without the permission of the BBC I might add) to turn it off. Many other traditional events one would have thought of as being uncontroversial such as the Badminton horse trials, Crufts dog show, Monte Carlo rally, the FA Cup final, test matches, the boat race, Ladies Day at Ascot, Cheltenham races, rugby cup, Wimbledon, The Grand National and so on, have either been spoiled by corporate money or by various protesting groups seeking their moment of fame.
It seems though that we who object to all this attack on our way of life, our standards and our culture, are not alone, and talking to friends and acquaintances it’s obvious that many people of all ages have decided that enough is enough. This may or may not be the case, but as we have seen dozens of times during the last few Brexit years and most obviously this year during the war, the establishment, ensconced in the cozy world of civil and local government, quangos and the charitable third sector, the broadcast and print media, are not in the slightest interested in the views of you and me.
Are we in a competition among western leaders to find just how far any population may be pushed into, say, subservience or at least compliance? Using the force of law if necessary, ‘our’ police forces now seem more like something from mainland Europe, obsessed with looking like members of some paramilitary organisation, following politically motivated orders as the rank and file are so badly trained and disciplined they know no difference, often picking on ‘soft’ targets such as the 73-year-old Piers Corbyn, or the mask dissenter in a railway carriage, while serious BLM or Extinction Rebellion disorder, including the desecration of the Cenotaph, happens in full view of police with little or no action being taken.
Months ago, when Boris won the last election, we were told time and time again that it was due to his stance and promises on Brexit. Well, I have news for Boris and believers of that line of thought, many people voted for the Boris party not out of any great regard for him and his Churchillian aspirations, but because the alternative of Corbyn was seen and believed then to be the much worse option.
Goodness knows where the idea to ‘market’ the Boris brand as ‘Churchill-like’ came from, but whoever came up with it deserves a prize. Apart from his size in later years, not for want of trying can I find any likeness in the thoughts or deeds of Boris the Saviour and Winston Churchill, who joined the British Army in 1895, saw action in British India, the Anglo-Sudan War and the Second Boer War, and worked as war correspondent and author. Later he served as president of the Board of Trade and Home Secretary, championed prison reform and workers’ social security, became First Lord of the Admiralty during the First World War, took responsibility for the Gallipoli Campaign disaster and was demoted to Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster (a position now held by one Michael Gove). In November 1915 he joined the Royal Scots Fusiliers, served on the Western Front for six months, returned to government and was in turn Secretary State for War, Air, the Colonies. He oversaw the Anglo-Irish Treaty and British foreign policy in the Far East and all by the time he reached his early 40s.
Boris, on the other hand was elected President of the Oxford Union in 1986, became the Brussels euro-sceptic correspondent and later a political columnist for The Daily Telegraph, Editor of the Spectator magazine and an MP since 2001 when he worked under Michael Howard (according to Ann Widdecombe the man with ‘something of the night about him’), and as a junior minister under ‘Call me Dave’ Cameron.
His main claim to fame seems to be, when Mayor of London, introducing Boris bikes and buses, overseeing the Olympic Games in 2012 and banning alcohol drinks on London Transport, writing a book on Churchill and upsetting various people, including of late much of the establishment and their friends in the civil service and the EU (so it’s not all bad news), together with commentators in sections of the popular press, political blogs and radio talk shows as well as thousands of Conservative voters who less than a year ago were relieved that Boris was in! He’s now 56. Perhaps he’s a late developer; put his achievements beside those of Churchill and there is simply no comparison.
The situation at the moment is rather like driving in a car during hot weather with the air conditioning turned on – rather pleasant and cool like an early September morning, until that is you stop and get out, only to be hit by the unexpected outside temperature.
Part 2 of Up and down your way will be published here tomorrow.