BUSHELL ON THE BLOG
July 17. Burnham’s speech came loaded with more vague platitudes than a Miss World contestant. Instead of “world peace” he pines for “good growth in every postcode”. His core message is let’s go back to the 1970s – the golden age of rampant inflation (peaking at 30%), stagflation, power cuts, the Winter of Discontent, and the dead being left unburied, when Britain was dubbed “sick man of Europe”. Some utopia. Stronger on cliches than coherence, Andy has yet to spell out any of his “new age of politics” policies in detail. We know more about how the new messiah makes a cup of tea than how he’ll pay for his scatter-brained schemes. But we do know his regionalisation will translate into millions wasted on a new layer of politicians and bureaucrats. Nationalisation will cost even more. That’s money we haven’t got. We’re living way beyond our means as it is. Interest payments on our £2.91trillion national debt is £110billion a year. A serious politician would realise we need to slash state spending, cut taxes and revitalise private enterprise. Andy Crapp was born in 1970 so he doesn’t realise how dismal the decade was (music, TV and films aside) or how soundly Neil Kinnock’s tax-and-spend plans were rejected by the public. He has no popular mandate for his suicidal vision.
July 11. Jude Bellingham. Thank you. Come on England! Dare to dream.
July 10. Former MP Ann Widdecombe has been brutally murdered by an intruder at her home. This terrible crime has been greeted with joy by the usual elements on social media. They call her disgusting names and hope this poor, 5ft 1, 78-year-old pensioner suffered – all because they disagree with her politics. We saw the same phenomenon when Charlie Kirk was gunned down. They didn’t like what he believed in, so it was perfectly fine that he was killed. This is the ugly side of juvenile leftism, this inability to see that democracy means the right to express views you or I might not agree with. Murdering people for thought-crimes is Stalinism. Or fascism. In practice there is very little difference. I didn’t know Ann, and didn’t agree with her on a number of issues, but she was that rare beast – a conviction politician who dared to stand up for what she believed in. As George Galloway, who disagreed with her on most things, tweeted, ‘She was a unique political figure who believed strongly in her political views and expressed them most eloquently. May she rest in peace.’ Well said.
July 9. Gary Stevenson wants to slap an annual 2% tax on wealth above £10m. He claims it will work because we had a top tax rate on unearned income of 98% in the 70s. We certainly did. And those eye-watering taxes brought in considerably less income for the state than the super-rich pay under the present system. They moved their money, their homes, and their businesses. Advocating a wealth tax plays to the peanut gallery but it’s economically illiterate. It would lose far more dosh for the government than it would ever raise. The real way to boost tax returns is to stop fleecing people and let the economy boom. A rising tide lifts all boats.
Why England should boot God Save The King into touch.
July 8. Such a pleasure to meet up with the great Lynval Golding of The Specials today, 48 years and about ten days since we first met although we have met up a few times in between. Now he’s nearly blind, I’m deafer by the day, and between us we’ve got two good knees. But his passion and humour keeps him strong.
Why are the main parties swerving the Clacton by-election? Because they know they will do about as well as Tunisia did against Sweden. The Tories should have let Giles Watling, the actor and former MP, stand. He’d have had more chance of winning than the unfunny and largely unoriginal Count Binface (formerly Lord Buckethead). Some papers are trying to paint him as a plucky man of the people. He isn't. He’s a well-to-do estate agent’s son with a degree in classics (Greek & Roman) from Oxford; Jonathan Harvey, a Remoaner with a grudge. Come back Tarquin Fin-tim-lin-bin-whin-bim-lim-bus-stop-F’tang-F’tang-Olé-Biscuitbarrel (Silly Party). All is forgiven.
July 6. What a match! That was one of the best England performances I’ve ever seen. It had everything – drama, commitment, wonderful goals, Bellingham at his best, a red card, and England, down to ten men, winning against the odds, the altitude and the passionate home crowd. Mexico hadn’t lost at the Azteca since 2013. We’re going to need all of that lionheart spirit to send Norway rowing home in their longboats.
I just re-read my July 4 entry and kicked myself for not including Sinatra, the Godfather, James Brown, Buddy Holly and Robin Williams. I’d love to spend a year just travelling around the States like Jack Reacher, soaking up the sights and the culture. First stop would be Clarksdale in the Mississippi Delta, where Highway 61 meets Highway 49 and where Robert Johnson is reputed to have sold his soul to Satan in return for the secrets of the blues. Clarksdale was a cotton town; the golden buckle of the cotton belt. Plantations were in constant need of labourers, and men who worked as sharecroppers included Muddy Waters, John Lee Hooker, Pinetop Perkins, Son House and Houston Stackhouse. Delta Blues royalty. Popular music and especially rock music owes everything to Clarksdale. Out of that came rock ‘n’ roll, hard rock, Chicago Blues, R&B and heavy metal. No Clarksdale, no Stones. And no Sweet Honey Hole by Blind Boy Fuller.
July 5. It’s a 1am kick-off for tonight’s England game against Mexico and the pubs are staying open. They think you’ll fall over? You will now.
July 4. Happy Independence Day to all my mates in the United States. It’s a land I love – critically – from a distance. A land of energy and enterprise, self-belief and hope. A land of possibility, positivity, creativity and aspiration. A land of free speech, increasingly under threat here. And yes, of course the USA has flaws the size of the Grand Canyon, but from California to the New York island, and from the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters (thanks Woody), the land of the free works for me.
The Top 30 reasons I love America: Motown, the Marx Brothers, Raymond Chandler, Steinbeck, Star Trek, jazz and soul, rock’n’roll, Elvis, Aretha, Mel Brooks, Eddie Murphy, Marvel and DC, Miles Davis, Springsteen, Smokey, The Sopranos, The Simpsons, Seinfeld, Hollywood, hamburgers, Hemingway, Daisy Duke, Dolly Parton, bourbon, Bob Dylan, the Ramones, Tom Wolfe, Frank Lloyd Wright, and the MC5. Which might be 31, and I could easily and very willingly go on. For a sense of balance, the down side: the pox of credit cards, political correctness, influencers, reality TV, modern art, the KKK, disastrous ill-considered wars… (continued McSorley’s Old Ale Bar).
July 3. If Andy Burnham sticks to his word and doesn’t cut welfare or ditch the pension triple lock, how will he afford to implement his reheated plans? The only way he could pay for huge projects like renationalisation and a council house-building spree would be to impose higher taxes and higher business rates, and by loading tax relief on pensions with conditions. Which will collectively generate growth… but only in the national debt and unemployment. The imposition of a property tax would be particularly spiteful as many a modest detached house in the capital is valued at £1.5m or more. Hardly a mansion. A real radical would ditch the old failed Labour tax-and-spend compulsion and their bigger state approach and think laterally. Abolish stamp duty on house purchases and shares, simplify our bloated tax system, stop punishing the animal spirits who make the economy work, and realise that pushing taxes up always and without exception results in plummeting returns. But in fairness, I don’t suppose he learnt any of that when he was studying English Lit at Cambridge. The whole Burnham project is fatally flawed. He’s a Labour lifer bereft of vision and real-world experience. All he wants to do is bring back yesterday’s rejected policies (regionalisation, nationalisation) and yesterday’s men (Balls, Purnell, Cooper, two bloody Milibands). No wonder he refuses to discuss any of his policies in detail. Burnham is being spun as a new broom. But in reality, he’s a man with no mandate and no plan. And a hypocrite who dismisses the “neo-liberalism” of British governments this century even though he was in two of them. He’s another Nowhere Man, a vacuum who dresses down for publicity shots and bottles out of incisive interviews. Although he will answer questions on Reddit (almost). It took two years for Starmer to bite the dust. How long should we give Andy Crapp?
July 2. World Cup joys: Kane, Messi, Mbappe, Haaland etc. World Cup irritations: hydration breaks in sealed, air-conditioned stadiums presumably to give US TV extra ad breaks, and the continued use of God Save The King as the England squad’s official song. It isn’t about England; it’s the national anthem of the United Kingdon. So why are we lumbered with it? The Scots have their turgid Flower Of Scotland (harking back to the 14th century Battle of Bannockburn – no mention of Flodden or Culloden) and the Welsh the stirring and heart-lifting Land Of My Fathers. We need our own song, one that captures the hope and positivity of the English. Jerusalem would be splendid, but I’d settle for Three Lions or Cock Sparrer’s England Belong To Me. Let’s kick the national anthem into touch.
July 1st. The Number 10 of the North? Give me strength. This is Burnham playing to anti-southern prejudice. It would take years to happen, and cost millions. Besides Manchester isn’t really the north. It’s just a little over halfway between London and the Scottish borders. The true north is Cumbria, Northumberland, County Durham and North Yorkshire. Classic misdirection.
There’s an interview online with Merseyside-born Burnham from around 2010 when he shows his true colours, going out of his way to avoid saying he’s English and stating that he wants to carve England into regions (the old EU dream). He also supported the creation of a British football team. Burnham’s political opinions might well cynically mutate to suit his career but his views on England, not expected to be publicised, seem likely to be his core beliefs. Like many Labour politicians, he is uncomfortable with the idea of Englishness and sees English taxpayers as a cash cow to sustain unchecked government spending in Scotland, to win voters back from the nationalists. He would sustain the Barnett formula (which protects Scotland from budget cuts at English taxpayers’ expense) and he will allow Scottish MPs to have a say in English affairs while denying English MPs the same rights. Just 5.5 million people live in Scotland out of a total UK population of 69 million. They have a parliament to decide on Scottish questions – why do they have a say in English legislation too? Scottish MPs voted to curtail the right to jury trials in England and Wales in March. Don’t expect any change to this perverse set-up under our two-dimensional Andy Crapp.