Despair !!!!

Sunday 15th July

Occasionally I have been at the point of despair; once or twice in my private life I have seen no way out – although clearly there was indeed a way out.

But  – at the moment I almost despair of the Political situation we find ourselves in.  We have a Government which is almost at the point of paralysis, falling apart before our very eyes.  Brexit, which was the worst decision (to even grant the referendum, let alone to lose it) this country has made, probably since the War.  Almost every Prime Minister since 1945 has favoured European Co-operation.  Churchill (who even Boris admires), Macmillan, Harold Wilson and Callaghan, Heath, even Thatcher for most of her reign (she was one of the architects of the Single market) Major, Blair, Brown and Cameron all supported being a member of the EU.  And….even Theresa May was a Remainer.  And yet, we are in the deepest of dark holes, and all we seem to be doing is digging ourselves deeper.

And, this saddens me too, my own party – Labour, are just as hopeless.  I understand their problem, and incidentally that of every single M.P.  Many Labour Constituencies voted for Brexit, as did many Tory ones.  But a lot voted Remain.

And this is at the heart of the problem.  Whatever happens now – Mrs. May’s compromise, a hard Brexit a la Boris, a slightly softer one posited by Keir Starmer, a continuation of the Customs union, or even the Single Market.  Or, worst scenario of all – a No Deal (which incidentally means no transition either and harsh reality on 30th March next year), the arguments will continue.

We will never resolve this satisfactorily.  The Anti-Immigration Rabbit has jumped out of the top hat, and no conjurer can possibly induce it back in.  I can see nobody being happy with any result.  Both Remainers and Leavers will feel cheated, and any bad economic news in the future will be blamed by both sides on a Bad Brexit.

If only there were some real leadership; both Theresa and Jeremy are trying desperately to come up with a compromise which holds most of their party together.  No-one is really leading.  No-one is trying to come up with the best deal for the whole country.  No-one is even certain of the next few days, let alone the next few years.

And, even another referendum will really sort anything either.

But we must not despair – maybe the EU itself will actually save us from ourselves.  Maybe they will give us more time, time to come up with a better deal, time to even have an election, time to change our minds…

I doubt it, but in the end, ironically, the EU may be our only hope.

My Record Collection 31

Beck-Ola – an album by the Jeff Beck group, released in 1969 but mostly recorded a year earlier.  Jeff beck had been in The Yardbirds (see Y) but left in the mid-sixties (to be replaced by Eric Clapton).  Now, to tell the truth I only bought this because the lead singer was not Jeff (he was the guitarists) but one Rod Stewart.  It was here that Rod learnt his trade and also where he met Ronnie Wood…the rest they say is History.  The album is okay, but a bit rough – quite bluesy; it was apparently much admired by the newly formed Led Zeppelin.  Hey Ho. Anyway Rod’s singing is brilliant as usual.

The Bee-Gees – well, I loved the early singles, and even many of the later ones.  I have a Greatest Hits collection.  Nice to hear occasionally, and part of the Sixties (and beyond0 legacy..

Bjork – burst on the scene in the late 80’s, as the singer with Icelandic band The Sugar Cubes.  Her solo debut simply called Debut came out in 1993.  I did not buy it.  I quite liked the single ‘Human Behaviour’ and the Christmas single ‘It’s Oh So Quiet’, but I didn’t realise what a star she would become.  Other songs on this record are okay, I like ‘Venus As A Boy’ too.  I did buy Post, her second album; this seems a much more assured record, as if she now knows exactly what she wants to sound like.  But I am still not sure if, great as she is, that I really like her that muh, which may seem strange – but you almost have to be in the mood for Bjork as she tends to assault your senses rather.  Best songs are ‘Army of Me’ and ‘Possibly Maybe’ and the final track ‘Headphones’.

Homogenic came out in 1997.  I like this much better, from opening track ‘Hunter’ to closer ‘All Is Full Of Love’ the album seems to hold your attention.  Full of modern dance beats, industrial sounds and strange rhythms, it is Bjorks voice which captivates, hovering above everything with a strange haunting beauty – and sounding like nothing else at all.   Hard to pick favourite songs as it all seems of one piece really.

She followed this with Vespertine.  Incidentally it is almost worth buying Bjork albums for the incredible costumes she wears on the covers – this time she becomes a swan).  Another very good record, but again I am never sure if I really like her.  And although the voice is incredible I struggle to hear the words; there is also the question of inflection – lots of people criticised Dylan because ‘he couldn’t sing’, but it is the inflection, the emphasis, the meaning, the emotion he puts into the words that is the reason we love him.  And with Bjork, as I struggle to understand (or even hear) a lot of the words =, something is missing.  Medulla came out in 2004;  I was only buying Bjork in Second-hand shops by now and got this one quite recently.  It is actually very good, the arrangements are excellent, a lot of stacked vocals and a few slower songs.  I also have a freebie Sunday paper greatest hits which is okay too.  And still I am unsure of Bjork, an undoubted genius but sometimes I find the music, let us say – challenging

Medúlla

A Week Is A Long Time In Politics

Tuesday 9th July

And a day is even longer – it would seem.  Within the space of 24 hours we had two Cabinet Ministers, and not just any old ministers either, resigning, along with a handful of Junior advisors.  Yesterday I posted about Brexit being a roller-coaster ride, but even I was gobsmacked by the days unfolding events.

We went from relative calm, as it appeared that Theresa may had kept her fractious Cabinet together on the ‘awayday’ at Chequers on Friday.  Then David Davis resigned very late on Sunday evening (too late for most of the papers morning editions).  By lunchtime No. 10 had announced that Dominic Raab, a pretty nasty piece of work, had got the job of Brexit Secretary.  Mrs. May was preparing to speak to Parliament at three.  Then Downing Street announced that Boris had resigned as Foreign Secretary.  Apparently, he hadn’t even officially resigned as yet; so this was more a sacking than anything.

But, in the way of these things, the Tories sort-of rallied round, and May escaped a direct challenge.  By this morning it was all sunny uplands again.

But of course, this is not the end of things at all.  The biggest question for me is why on earth did Mrs may appoint Boris and Davis (and Liam Fox and snake Gove) in the first place.  They have been trouble all along, and have delayed a ‘sensible’ Brexit (mind you that sentence is nonsense – sensible and Brexit in the same sentence….durghhh)

And now they wont just go away and sulk.  They will jibe from the sidelines, especially as when the Eu begin to unravel May’s new Customs Arrangement compromises will have to be made.  I still think a ‘planned’ walk-out is a strong possibility.  And then Boris will strike….

 

The Beginning Of The End?

Monday 8th July

Well.  The roller-coaster of Brexit continues in its tortuous and vertiginous ride.   Just where it will end up we still do not know.  Will it crash off the tracks or grind to a slow halt through sheer exhaustion?  But, as predicted bits of the car are falling off daily.  What we did not realise was, that when David Cameron pressed the start button and reminded us to close the safety bar; this was not for our safety – but to ensure that we would not be able to stop the thing, or get off in any fit state until we were well and truly shaken to bits.

And now David Davis, the ever-smiling buffoon has finally resigned.  No great loss – did I hear you mutter.  But really – how on earth can we carry on when our chief negotiator, and two of his senior team, are walking away.  No doubt Gove will replace him.  And the good ship May will sail on for a few more months.  But what a shambles.  The final policy was unbelievably only agreed on Friday, 18 months into the process.

I almost despair – which is everyone’s response.  All Theresa May is interested in is keeping the Conservative Party together – united only their hatred of Labour – they almost hate each other with as much bitterness.

And yet, Brexit is all about the country’s future….

One thing is for certain, there are many more twists and turns before the ride is over.  hang on tight folks – this is only the beginning of the end,

My Record Collection 30

Saturday 6th July

The Beautiful South – Miaow was the next album and again a very accomplished record, their sound seemed to be expanding too, a bit more brass, a fuller sound.  And Jacqui’s vocals are so languid, so gorgeous, especially on ‘Everybody’s Talkin’ (Which was originally a hit for Harry Nilsson).  There is almost a country twang to her voice – simply lovely.  Other great songs are ‘Good as Gold’, ‘Hold On To What’ and ‘Mini-Correct’ and ‘Prettiest Eyes’.   – though really, not a bad song on the record.  This was the most professional record to date.

They followed it up quickly with a greatest hits collection ‘Carry On Up The Charts’ which collected all their singles.  It was a massive hit (Number 1 album) and sold over a million copies.  But the real treasure was disc 2 (in the deluxe package), which was all the ‘B’ sides.  It is here that the treasure lay; those tracks made to fill up the space on CD singles, tracks too bizarre to go on an album but revealing the group in a more adventurous and innovative style.

1996 saw Blue Is The Colour, a more assured and varied record.  A massive hit album with ‘Rotterdam’ the very rude ‘Don’t Marry Her’, ‘Blackbird on the Wire’ and almost my favourite the ode to alcohol from Paul Heaton – ‘Liars Bar’, sung in a growl.  Quench followed this; maybe their best album – who knows; I like it anyway.  Every song is good, but especially ‘Perfect 10’  ‘The lure of the Sea’ and my favourite ‘The Slide’.   They had really hit their stride – and yet, at least I felt – there was no real progression.  Musically they were a bit more varied, but most of these songs could have been on their first album and vice versa.  In the Sixties and Seventies, bands progressed, each record surpassing the previous one.  That all seems to have stopped now, an Artist stays in the grove they have sold well in – until someone else comes along I suppose.  Oh Well.

Painting It Red – Quite poor actually, don’t know what happened to the group but a poor album.  Gaze was much better, but you could almost hear the sound of water being trodden;.  I have just listened to (on Youtube) and ordered Goldiggas, Headnoddas and Pholk songs – an album of covers which, tired of the band I neglected to buy when it came out in 2004.  It is really quite good so looking forward to playing it.  Their last album was Superbi.  Again it is okay, but I felt the band wasn’t really going anywhere.  Their best days were behind them, their audience had moved on, or just wanted to hear the old songs.  A very common problem for bands.  And so in 1997 the band broke up.  Paul Heaton (see H) still continues and has recently teamed up with Jacqui Abbott to tour the old stuff.   My trouble is that I am a completist – I have to have everything if I really like someone.  But, no regrets.  The Beautiful South were a breath of fresh air at the time.

A Little Time

 

My Record Collection 29

Saturday 30th June

Welcome to the Beautiful South – was a slow-burner.  My partner at the time had the album with it’s controversial fellating gun cover.  But ‘wit’ was always an essential part of The Beautiful South – even the name was a joke as they hailed form the North.  But what a refreshing record it was.  1989 was not so memorable for great records but his was one of them.  The band was really Paul Heaton and Dave Hemingway, former members of The Housemartins, who had some small success.  They were joined by Dave Rotheray on guitar and an ever changing rota of other band members including female vocalist – who were always an essential part of the mix.  For me, although the music was always good and the melodies superb – it was Paul Heaton’s lyrics, ascerbic and self-referencing, biting and funny which hooked me.  Quite apt that this band should follow The Beatles, as in many ways they carried on the tradition of very clever ‘pop’ songs, none of which were ever like any of the others.  On this their debut are ‘Song for Whoever’ ‘You Keep It All In’ and my favourite ‘Woman In The Wall’ ( a light-hearted song about a murdered womand going rotten buried in the wall – bizarre but brilliant).

Choke soon followed, and despite the brilliant single ‘A Little Time’ (a breaking-up duet with gorgeous barbed lines {tongues so sharp the bubble burst}) it seems a slightly poor follow-up.  It does have some good songs ‘My Book’ and ‘Let Love Speak Up Itself’ – but somehow the whole record feels a bit flat to me.  0898 came out a year later; and it is again a quality album full of sharp witty ‘pop’ songs.  Favourites are ‘Old Red Eyes Is Back’ and ‘We Are Each other’  – they also had a rambling sort of song which I particularly love  – ‘You Play Glockenspiel, I’ll Play Drums’.  There was one controversial song ‘36D’, which purported to be about Glamour Models and their exploitation but became a sort of celebration of that.  Briana Corrigan, the girl vocalist, left – partly to pursue a solo career but also because of the perceived sexual politics within the band.  Who knows, but she was replace by Jacqui Abbott who stayed with the group to the end.

0898

I Can’t Remember If We Said Goodbye

Friday 29th June

I know you’ll be surprised, shocked even, to receive this letter Jane, but though it was only two days ago, I really can’t remember if we said goodbye.  I left in a terrible mood.  I’d just had the usual row with those two imposters who call themselves our parents.  Though, as you must know Jane, it was always just us; the two of us, Jane and Harriet.  The two of us against the World.  Our parents were so useless; or wrapped up in their own lives that they gave us maybe too much space, too much freedom.

But Jane, we always had each other, didn’t we?  We were always there for each other Jane.  And we will be again soon.  I promise.

I know that we have grown slightly apart since I went to University, shit-hole that it is, but I have always cared about you.  Remember what I used to say when we were little girls. “Jane, I am your guardian angel.  You cannot always see me, but I am there, hovering in the sky and looking down on you, protecting you, watching out for you wherever you go.”  And I meant it then and I mean it even more now.  I will always be there for you.

I am writing this on the train back to London, and by the time you read it I will be starting my new life.  But not in University.  I am packing all that crap in.  I have had enough.  Oh, don’t worry – I have some money.  That was why I came back today when none of you expected me.  I sneaked back into the house while you were all out, picked up a few clothes and my Post-Office savings book – you know the one with all the stamps of Prince Charles in.  Well, it is over £500 actually.  I used to often count it up when Dad was out of the house and secretly plan how I would spend it.  I am packing up this stupid course at Uni.  I mean, History….durgh!!!  Why on earth did I choose, or allow my teachers to choose, History for me?  I simply have to start living, little Sis.  I can’t do this crap any more.  I am in the centre of swinging London, it is 1968 after all. And yet I have seen nothing. These stupid rules in the Halls of Residence.  There are all-nighters at this club in Soho called the Enchanted Garden, where bands play till dawn.  I’ve never been, of course, but I’ve heard.  And, by the way, they have the best dope there too, not like the rubbish we had in Suffolk.  Jane, I am nineteen and I haven’t lived yet.  I’m going to get a job and start living.

Sitting on this train looking out of the window; the factories and the fields and the stupid little houses with neat little gardens.  That isn’t for me.  My God, what short-sighted lives they lead.  As I pass the familiar buildings, the train building up a little speed, the railway footbridge where we used to watch the few remaining steam trains chuffing underneath, drenching us in hot sticky smoke, past the streets and houses huddled so close to the railway line, as if they were too scared to breathe, the very streets we  tramped round as kids, it only seems days ago when it was years really, past the old iron foundry where they make the lawnmowers now, past the paint factory and the fertilizer plant with the big blue and orange drums of chemicals stacked up in rows, past the nursery greenhouses all mildewed and yellow glass, and then the fields with the cows chewing the cud and staring up at me and the train whooshing by, their tails swishing at flies on their rumps, past the little copses where we, little Jane and her big sister Harriet, used to take our picnic basket when the sun seemed to shine all day, past the little farms and outhouses, the very barns where we played when our Mum took us fruit picking, the tiny lives lived out here with such narrow horizons, such dark and dismal skies, such limited imaginations, such tiny ambitions, to live and die here in these little houses, to be born and die in the same place, never having lived your life to the full, never having done anything, never achieving your potential, never realizing you had potential to achieve even.  No, not for me, this country life, getting married to your childhood boyfriend, the first boy who kisses you, the boy from the same village, the same school, who knows your parents, who is probably even related to you a couple of generations back, to get yourself stupidly pregnant, to have to get married, to bring up your snotty-nosed kids in these same stupid houses, wiping the shit off their arses until you have the next one, and the next one, and you become fat with flabby arms and legs like tree-trunks and stop enjoying sex because it is always the same and worse still – the same man, until you are there crying at your daughter’s wedding as she too marries a local boy and is probably already up the duff herself and you watch as she has your grandchildren and they grow up in the same little houses and mean streets and none of them will ever do anything with their pathetic little lives at all.  No, Jane, I am different.  I am better than that.  I am going to be someone. I am not like them, these ordinary people, I am different.

But Jane.  I haven’t forgotten you.  No, I will never do that.  Listen – this is my plan.  I’m going to get a flat, or maybe just a room to start with.  And then a job.  Anything will do to begin with, a waitress or a shop girl.  I’ll try all the boutiques in Carnaby Street and the Kings Road.  Maybe I’ll become a model – or join a band.  I could always sing; the best in the school choir, wasn’t I?  And I’m going to see all the new groups and go to parties and meet all the best people.  I can do it Jane, I know I can. But I will come back for you Jane; I promise.  Once I get myself together, you know.

Hey Sis, you remember that song by The Beatles – “She’s leaving Home.”  I always thought it was me they were singing about – though sod the man from the motor trade – I don’t need any man at all.  Well, maybe one for laughs or to go to parties with.

Truth is, though Jane, I am scared.  It is a huge decision; I’ve been thinking about it for ages though – this isn’t just some impulsive thing.  I am scared of the future, of maybe not being famous, of not being someone, or of screwing things up in some way.  Mostly though I am scared of failing, of returning home with my tail between my legs, like some lame animal, begging our parents to take me back.  No.  That isn’t going to happen.  But I am gonna come back for you Jane.  We were always together, weren’t we?  At parties, at Youth Club, we were inseparable – The Wilkinson girls.  I will come back for you Jane.  And if you dare, you can come and live with me in my groovy flat in London.

But I am so sorry it has to be like this Jane.  A stupid letter, when I should have told you face to face. It’s just that I thought you might not understand, you might have tried to stop me, to make me see sense – as you would say.  You were always the sensible one with her feet on the ground while I was flying miles above you.  And so, I didn’t tell you, did I?  And I can’t even remember if we said goodbye.  I think I just called out ‘See you’ or something like that.   But that doesn’t really mean anything, does it?

Oh God, I’ve smudged this letter now.  It must have been a few drops of this glass of water and the train jolting and that.  But you know that’s not true don’t you Jane.  I am crying.  Here I am, your big sister Harriet blubbing like a baby.  I’m crying for the times we had, the love we felt for each other.  I’m crying for you Jane, and I’m crying for me Harriet.  I’m crying for us both you see, Jane. That’s why I didn’t say goodbye. Cos’ I would have burst out crying and that would have started you off, and then I might not have had the courage to go through with it, after all.

Anyway, the train’s pulling into Liverpool Street.  I’m gonna stuff this letter in the envelope, it’s already written and stamped and I’m gonna shove it in the first letter box I can find.  Love you Jane.

Don’t forget me….your big sister, Harriet.

 

My Record Collection 28

Tuesday 26th June

The Beatles – continued (Life After Death)

But, of course this wasn’t the END of Beatles records.  As early as 1973 the RED and the BLUE albums were released.  These were greatest hits and I have never bought them.  Live at the Hollywood Bowl came out in ’76.  I did buy it and have it now on CD.   It is an interesting record of their live touring years.  The songs are short but there is notable excitement from fans and the band.  Rarities came out in 1978 and I bought it, it has a few weird tracks on it, mostly ‘B’ sides and a couple of German singles, a nice acoustic version of ‘Across the Universe’ and their weirdest song ‘You know my Name, Look up the Number’.  Past Masters, a double came out in the late 80’s, it has a few EP tracks and ‘B’ sides.  Also many of the singles which were never on albums which are good to listen to; for years that was the only stuff I really knew.  Interesting, but as with most compilations it doesn’t really hang together as an album.  But we were desperate for anything we might have missed or forgotten,; nice to hear the old singles again too.  It sold well and maybe prompted a renewed interest in The Beatles.  John had been shot in 1979, George had stopped recording and Paul was resurrecting Beatles songs in his live concerts.

In 1994 the long awaited Beatles At The BBC emerged.  I can remember catching the odd Beatles at the Beeb, or Saturday Club featuring the Fab Four.   Brian was very clever at getting them on the BBC in the early days; they were almost the house band.  In fact, they were on air so often that they couldn’t simply sing their singles or album tracks.  We suddenly had a cornucopia of covers which the boys would have learnt in Hamburg and Liverpool.  Lots of Chuck Berry and surprisingly a lot of ‘light entertainment’ slower songs.  Paul always did seem to hanker after that ‘music hall’ style.  But all in all a really nice addition, a quality almost ‘live’ recording of their first few years.

Then came the Anthology series, on ITV if I remember.  A (final?) trawling through their past.  The three double CDs accompanying the TV series contained many early takes of their songs.  Again an interesting archaeological find, but not my favourite records.  I wouldn’t discard them, of course, but compared to the final LP versions these takes show just how much work George Martin must have done with the group to get the final versions down on tape.  But good to listen to occasionally I must admit, especially the very early stuff before they had a real record contract.  I will look out for the DVDs one day soon; still trawling through the films – Help is up next.

Then we had 1  All the singles which reached Number 1 in the UK or America.  Again as a completist I had to have it, but no surprises on it at all.  Nice to listen to though, you can really appreciate their progress.

Next up was Yellow Submarine Songtrack; all the Beatles song from the film.  Okay, it was a blatant trap to make you buy stuff you already had – so what – I bought it of course.  Then came Let It Be Naked  – in 2003.  Paul had always been unhappy with Phil Spector’s production and he had the original, un Spectorised, tapes cleaned up and re-issued, now including ‘Don’t Bring me Down’. Okay, it is pelasant, but if push comes to shove I prefer the original…and at 35 minutes and no extras a bit short on content.

 

2006 saw what may actually be the very best Beatles compilation of all – Love.  Le Cirque de Soleil asked the remaining Beatles if they could do a whole show based on The Beatles.  Permission was granted and George Mattin and his son Giles remixed and mashed up a whole cornucopia of Beatles songs, some just short excerpts, many sequeed and combined.  It is absolutely brilliant, and almost stand up with the originals.  Well worth a listen.

Then in 2011 another tranche of BBC radio recordings.  Quite good, but how many of these do we really need.  Ask me, after I have bought every one of them.  A whole load of early recordings have appeared lately under various labels as copyright expires.  I will probably get around to buying them all one day.  I Saw Her Standing There is the one I have bought, and it is quite good, early Tony Sheridan recordings and a few songs not on any other compilations….but I am sure my Beatles Collection will continue to increase.  Apparently there is planty of Life after Death.

Anthology 1

 

Heathrow Airport Expansion

Monday 25th June

I have no doubt that Heathrow will get it’s third runway.  The Government has had committees and reports galore; we have been talking about it for decades and now there will be a vote which WILL give the go-ahead for Heathrow to expand.

I do not live close to any of the airports considered so have no vested interest – but it does seem a shame that the plans for Heathrow will mean about a hundred houses demolished.  And even more congestion on the roads of West London which are almost at gridlock much of the time now.

We are actually victims of a history of non-planning; airports have simply expanded with little thought for the future.  In reality the best solution would probably have been Boris Island; a completely new airport with at least 5 runways on an artificial island in the Thames Estuary.  But that was always considered too expensive, with new roads and rail links needed.  Anyway, as usual a fudge will be agreed – and in all probability we will be talking about increasing airport runways again in a few years time.

It does seem incredible but the UK does seem incapable of making big infrastructure decisions.  There is a large degree of NIMBYism, but we always seem scared of the costs involved, even though the fudges may cost far more in the long run.  Also, because Political parties are far more concerned with getting re-elected than doing the right thing, politicians struggle to think beyond five years.  So, we bumble along.  Heathrow will get its third runway, there will be chaos for years and by 2030 we will be once again talking about the need for airport expansion – Brexit, or no Brexit.

Come On England !!!

Sunday 24th June

 I have been holding back from writing about the football.  And holding back from dreaming of an England success; and of course, none of us dare dream of Ultimate Victory.  All we really want is for our team to play well and progress – just a bit further than we have done lately.  And so far, so good.  1 game played and 1 game won, which is an unusual start for us.  But next up is Panama; Belgium made them look pretty poor – but then they made Tunisia look poor too, where we struggled at times against them.  And this is the real problem with England.

We used to be great, world beaters in every Sport, and now we struggle; and the biggest struggle is with ourselves.  I can remember a World Cup game against Brazil; we got an early goal, but almost everyone watching (and playing) could barely dream of winning the game.  Brazil just seemed to shrug the goal off and carried on, knowing that they would win the game.  Brazil equalised….Oh no.  Every England fan knew we would lose.  We lost.

And so it is with our country.  We have dared to believe that we could make a success of Brexit (well of course, I didn’t), and yet we know deep down that it will be a disaster.  And in our negotiations with the EU we are hopelessly defensive, threatening own goals and fearful of red cards, holding back until the last moment before time runs out and the final weekend of talks, our very own penalty shoot-out.

And we appear to have no strategy at all, certainly no manager and a very poor back-up team.  Do we stick to our (popular but unrealistic) red lines?  Do we do the sensible thing and go for a score draw, shaking hands and walking off together with a deal in the bag?  Or do we pick up the ball and petulantly walk off the pitch claiming that as we invented the game we will have our ball back and play in our own quite small backyard?  And all the while we know that we won’t win the darned thing, we are simply not strong enough – and yet too stubborn to admit we were wrong in the first place.   Come on England – show some leadership.

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