Cuts

Glad to speak to Mum today as she was discharged from hosiptal, and pleased to be back home but understandably nervous the pain might return.

I had a good morning working on my poetry. I have found a slightly different voice but do not trust it yet. Richard told me that he was writing again too in a new way. Publication has a purgative effect.

Lunchtime spent watching the new Chancellor of the Exchequor deliver the Coalition Government's decision on where the axe should fall in British public spending, tax rises, loss of benefits etc. They raised the retirement age to 66 too. I can't help thinking of Osborne as Osborne the Odious. Depressing to see him and new Prime Minister Cameron, both of whom have inherited millions without lifting a finger, introducing swinging cuts on ordinary working folk. It was ever thus. New Labour leader Miliband at PMQs earlier depressingly out of his depth. I find much to loathe in the political class.

A cool sunny day in Brighton today. I had a walk around town in the afternoon sporting shades in the bright low sun. Betsy called about work-related matters. She says she has been kidnapped by her boyfriend's parents and is in 'Wilt-shire' somewhere.

Evening and Lorraine came by and we completed another question in her evil form in an hour or so. Texted by Carl tonight, as he was having a drink with Bob up in Liverpool. Would have been great fun to have been there with them.

Comments

a said…
Upping the retirement age. I think we should take the French route…
Peter Kenny said…
Damn right... Meet you outside McDonalds...
a said…
Good place to start. We need to grow moustaches like Jose Bove…