It's time again for my occasional political rant. As usual, these are the things I'd try to do if anyone were daft enough to put me in charge; they're also promises that would encourage me to vote for people who made them.
So we finally got something like precautions being applied, though piecemeal and rather later than would have been sensible.
Well, we're fucked then.
It's election season again in the UK. These are the things I'd try to do if anyone were daft enough to put me in charge; they're also promises that would encourage me to vote for people who made them.
I went along to the march on Saturday, again not because I think it will help, but because I'd have felt bad if I hadn't.
I went along to the march on Saturday, not because I think it will help, but because I'd have felt bad if I hadn't.
The shepherd will tend his sheep The valley will bloom again And Jimmy will go to sleep In his own little room again
...so now what? (Check back on this in a year or two to see whether I was right.)
This is quite separate from the political arguments, which I don't intend to go into even today. It's a very simple appeal to money.
I have an idea for a relatively simple change which would remove some of my objections to the use of electric cars. This is less blatantly utopian than the last one.
Driverless cars, quite apart from privacy concerns, are solving the wrong problem. Here's what I want to build to replace the majority of transport infrastructure. It is unabashedly utopian.
The obvious story of woe of the recent General Election in the UK is that of the Liberal Democrats, who lost 66% of their vote share and 85% of their parliamentary seats compared with five years ago, leaving them about as much of a political force as the DUP. What went wrong?
The Wycombe parliamentary constituency has been Conservative since 1951. It has often had candidates from obscure parties, but since 2001 there's been an Independent: one David Fitton.
It's election season here in the UK – for the first time, since we've moved to fixed-term Parliaments, a protracted American-style election season rather than a few short weeks. These are the things I'd try to do if anyone were daft enough to put me in charge; they're also promises that would encourage me to vote for people who made them.