27.3.14
First off, you HAVE to go and listen to the latest Aquila Podcast. We have finally worked out what we want to do with this thing. The mix of live music and comedy and improvised banter seems to be working. Dan and myself are joined in the studio by Pointless Rinser, and that also seems to have raised the bar somewhat, despite the fact that we mistakenly attribute a Tony Bennett song to Frank Sinatra throughout. (The shame.)
Go. Listen. It is free. Tweet me @aquilalovesyou. Tell your friends.
Anyway. We don’t talk about love, we only wanna get drunk… And play bingo. Apparently. Amazing. About 20 years ago, Manic Street Preachers brought out a song called A Design For Life which swiftly and eloquently trashed the condescending right wing (ish) view of working class Britain.
Fascinatingly, said condescending view has now become party policy for the coalition government. Beautifully illustrated by this bit of Tory PR.
Does this mean that all Conservative politicians will now use nineties indie-rock as the basis for their content? I look forward to Boris Johnson’s speech for the London Mayor candidacy, “I wanna sleep with common people like you!”
Although that is entirely possible.
(The Manics song also begins with the wondrous phrase, “libraries gave us power.” If only that had been the segment that our glorious leaders had latched on to. Actually it probably was. I guess if you want to disenfranchise an entire generation, then selling their student loans to angsty cowboy debt collectors and then closing all the libraries might do the trick, especially as there are no grants any more…except Grant Shapps)
What am I talking about, you may well be asking… cast your eyes over here, then come back.
If only beer was a penny cheaper! Bang! Instant Utopian Britain!
In a couple of hundred years time there will be an Mary Antoinette-shaped apocryphal account of these events in the (digital) history books.
Someone with only a vague grasp of early 21st Century lingo will try to reproduce the incident:
And so the gentlemen of the press were like, “My right honourable Shapps, LOL, the people of England are, you know, starving and that, they need food parcels but can’t even afford the electricity to cook the stuff they’re given in the parcels. Innit.”
And the right honourable Shapps was like, “Hashtag: awkward! OMG. Well if they can’t afford food, let them play bingo. Bingo is well dench. YOLO.”
You know it.
Blue On Blue 