Sunday 6 May 2012

From 1997 - 2012 Via The Northern Rock

Re-posted below is one of the only human interest pieces I've read on the banking crisis.  I think it really does put in to words what a lot of people think and feel.

And this from the lead singer John Jones of Oysterband - a band  that spent much of the 80's raging against Thatcherism and the Tories in general; you couldn't get a greater, musical, social commentary of that era than "The Shouting End Of Life"

Read and consider how far we've really come:


"CONSCIENCE: Reading the paper today reminded me there was a moment this week during the Today programme when the radio was nearly thrown through the window. It was when Mervyn King, our benign innocent Head of the Bank of England was being questioned on the credit crunch and the banking collapse and his role in it.
Time and again he was let off the hook and it ended in a 'boys together' chat about football with the sports presenter. What angered me was his assertion that the procedures and regulations were not in place to control the banks, as if gut feeling, instinct and morality....just a sense of "this isn't fair, this doesn't feel right"...were completely alien to him. Maybe they are absent from his world. Like the Vatican and the Catholic Church of Ireland when facing terrible abuse claims! They know how to deal with it now but they didn't know back then, the procedures were not in place. Where was the conscience? Within the large closed financial and religious institutions that run our lives they only hear the cries and feel the pain when the procedures are in place. We are burying a collapse in free-market capitalism in weak questions and vacuous answers that fill a 24 hour indiscriminate media........just as surely as the Vatican will bury the cries of those children. That outburst of anger on the streets of England last summer burst the complacency but missed the hypocrisy. If you want to know why I walk so much, it is to help me dissipate overwhelming anger that consumes me sometimes, like now. I waited before posting this. JJ"

Thursday 26 April 2012

Ode To The Miners (a.k.a : death of an industry)


Smokeless skyline, Thatcher’s byline
84 and it’s all out war

She sold your soul for the price of coal
No more coal, just a life on the dole
84 on the floor, 84 and it’s all out war

Anything goes, a blow to the nose
You went down, tasted blood
Felled again by the copper’s wood
84 and it’s all out war

Old man, young lad
Break the line and you’re a scab, scab, scab
Who’s the friend, Who’s the foe
All day long you just don’t know
84 on the floor, 84 and it’s all our war

Thatcher’s guards they got their pay
Just to march and fight all day
They got their thrill, we had the will
Dogs sent in just for the kill
84 and it’s all out war

With horses and shields
They chased us over fields
We lost teeth and a lot of blood
We got lost in our local wood
84 on the floor, 84 and it’s all out war

We were run over hill
And down through ditch
Pursued endlessly by the iron-fisted bitch
84 and it’s all out war

Victors wore the Tory blue
History tells us that’s what’s true
But there’s another story I’m telling you
And this is the one, the one that’s true
It was 84 and it was all out war

No one won, we all lost
All of us left counting the cost
It was a war but what was the score?
84 on the floor, 84 that was our war