Astonishingly my readership has soared into the "at least three" bracket. Afghanistan BananaStand - you are evidently a man (?) after my own heart and are very welcome here.
Since my last post I attended my first local tory association meeting. Our local counsellor for Shepherds Bush, Alex Chalk (if you're reading this, bad boy for googling yourself, you'll go blind you know) arrived late looking a lot like a varsity rower. He wasn't wearing lycra, it was more the loafers, outdoor backpack, barbour and the fact the he was about 8' tall that gave it away. I sidled up to him after the meeting (tedious, tedious meeting) and offered the services of my pen. He was genial, and gave me his card (he is a barrister). While we were talking the president of the association came over, followed by others. There was a look in their eyes that under other circumstance I would have interpreted as a sign I was in the wrong kind of nightclub, in fact they were all salivating over the youngest members in the room and keen to be seen with them.
Alex has since e-mailed me asking for any bright ideas on how to improve the area. I will moot removing the fence at the end of Lime Grove which creates an ideal alleyway for the heroin addicts from the hostel to score their shit. Removing the fence is the tory way, installing a camera the labour way.
Apropos of the post below I remembered a quotation from A Homage to Catalonia, although Orwell was quoting someone else whose name I can't remember: "Democracy means giving the working man what he asks for, good and hard."
Labels: Alex Chalk, panopticon, shepherds bush tories
