Ein Boris.

The sun appears to have bamboozled the populace of London town today. The first day back at work and all you can see for miles on end is a sea of pasty legs, pink, shining pates, and sweating people drinking more than they usually would. The potent combination of a rare, fine bank holiday, the warmest days of the year, and general mania in London as it is, gives a mildly crazed atmosphere to the air around.

For we’re now living in Greater Tory-land, fiefdom of Boris, province of Cameronia. For me, it’s a little bit scary – though I rarely dabble in actual politics, my underlying view has always been, and continues to be that the Conservative party is one that promotes self and the freedom that that entails, thereby offering little hope to those who are unable to get out of certain holes without a helping hand. I’m of the opinion that the right thing to do is to help others in every situation, wisely certainly, but still even it means some self-sacrifice. Communism is not the answer, nor is anything else so extreme, but a bit of sharing helps everybody out.

So I could probably never bring myself to vote Conservative. To be honest, I don’t really need any convincing not to vote for someone to whom most people’s best recommendation is that he ‘might surprise you.’ I prefer to pin my hopes on someone who gets things done for sure, not someone who might, but it seems the entirety of out London disagrees with me. I’m proud to say Enfield & Haringey voted for Ken; but although he actually got more votes this time than when he won in 2004, London’s still a Tory annex now, and we wait with baited breath to see if BJ will screw things up royally.

I was interested to read this post by the ever-reliable and good Ben Locker – unusually for his Hackney home, an active Conservative. I tend to be surprised when I meet those whose age is not dissimilar to my own that vote Tory, and am curious to find out more.

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2 Responses

  1. If it’s any help, living on various council estates in Tory-controlled Lincolnshire in the 1980s failed to turn me into a radical socialist. Sad to say, I was a sort of default liberal with no strong feelings one way or another. Living under Hackney Labour in the 2000s has converted me into a determined, if somewhat Whiggish Tory. It’s the arms-length managerialism that results in this sort of thing that made me realise that local Labour really does very little to give a helping hand to those who can’t get out of holes by themselves.

    Or to quote John Cruddas in today’s Times:

    “There is a shift in Conservatism. It doesn’t fall out the sky with a couple of posh boys. They are talking the language of relationships and fraternity and we are talking about precision-bombing messages to specific cohorts of swing voters – it’s so old-fashioned,”

    But enough… I’ve done quite enough convincing of late.

  2. I’m not sure I could lay that entirely at the feet of Labour; in my experience party doesn’t necessarily always equate with quality of council.

    But thanks for your reply. It’s kind of reassuring to know there’s sensible people on all sides of the debate (except perhaps BNP).

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