YOU really couldn’t make this new Prime Minister up, could you? “Elected” by about 60,000 bigoted fossils. Appointing a Chancellor who wants to use their mutually penned batshit disaster capitalist  book “Britannia Unchained” as economic policy – not so much Robin Hood in reverse but Thatcher on acid. (There was an anarchist punk band called that in the ’80s – now it’s happening in real life.)  

Embracing fracking and unchecked sewage discharges and dismantling green economic policy in the name of “growth.” And, glory of glories, now coming up with a name for her enemies – basically anyone who is not a banker or a brainwashed geriatric bungalow bigot — which is the best own goal since Brighton centre half Steve Gatting lobbed Perry Digweed from 25 yards against West Ham at Upton Park in the early ’90s. “The Anti-Growth Coalition.” It just begs for a limerick, doesn’t it?
 
When faced with Liz Truss’s position
There’s only one option: sedition!
So bollocks to manners
Let’s pick up our banners:
WE’RE THE ANTI-GROWTH COALITION!
 
And the coalition must coalesce to the point where the nation becomes ungovernable.

For the sake of the poor, the vulnerable, the sick and above all the planet: we need a general election now. Even right-wing social democracy tinged with green is better than this ghastly bunch.  
 
Had an absolutely wonderful experience a few days ago. Drove home tired and happy from a lovely gig for Chiddingly Festival, picked up my phone – and there was Benjamin Zephaniah filming himself dancing to my new dub poetry album Forty Years In Rhyme. Words cannot express how much that means to me.
https://morningstaronline.co.uk/article/c/rhyming-revolution
 
And then he sent me a lovely letter. “I’ve just finished having a quieter listen to your album, and I still think it’s as good as it was when I was blasting it out. I  think it’s great that you are just being yourself. I love the humour.