Showing posts with label The Labour Party. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Labour Party. Show all posts

Friday, 25 March 2011

UNTIL WE CLOSE THE INCOME GAP WE WILL NEVER PROGRESS



I was reading an excellent article yesterday on Newsnet Scotland about the state of the Scottish branch of Labour (or is it still New Labour?). It’s well worth the read for the warning that it gives about how the media can shield Labour from the worst excesses of its incompetence, and how the SNP’s faults are highlighted and its achievements ignored or belittled.

However, I digress.

In the comments beneath the article a contributor highlights an article on universities, their financial problems and the Vice Chancellors’ snouts in trough situation from the Daily Mail...(yes, I know, and the writer, “Spagen” describes the article’s style as the Mail’s “usual shock and awe” style). However, he in his turn, sites a reader’s response to THAT article:

"I teach at a small Swedish university, similar in size to Gloucestershire University. Here, everyone's pay is a matter of public record, and I know that our very eminent "rektor" (vice chancellor) is paid roughly £80,000 a year. Conversely, our neighbour's teenage daughter works as a waitress in a coffee bar and her basic pay is a respectable £18,500 a year. Pay differentials in the UK are verging on the obscene and I can only conclude that the British establishment is intent upon reverting to some kind of feudal society in which the vast majority have to live on the edge of poverty with minimum wage levels, terrible pensions, massive student debts, unaffordable housing etc, while ruled by a tiny, and very affluent and all-powerful elite. Are you prepared to accept this?"- Stu, Laholm, Sweden, 25/3/2011 07:




I hope that neither “Spagen” nor “Stu” will object to my using their contributions. I have long said that the differential in pay from bottom to top in this country is one of the reasons that we are so desperately far behind our competitors.

It produces a widely divided society, one which got markedly worse during 13 years of Labour rule and which is not going to do much narrowing under the Tories.

Our wage differentials say a great deal about us. We appear to value bankers, whom we all detest, about 100 times more favourably than we value our surgeons, who save our lives. We have no problem with the likes of Wayne Rooney or bruce Forsyth earning telephone directory wages while workers in shops and offices subsist.

Stu asks: are you prepared to accept this? I don’t think that what we are prepared to do counts. The people at the top are wont give up anything easily and the people at the bottom have no power. If the unions try to take action, they have been warned that new laws will be brought in to stop them. I'm not sure what else we can reasonably, or at least peacefully, do.

But it almost certainly is our problem, and for sure, no matter what the politicians promise us at election time, life in this country won’t get better until we tackle it.


Saturday, 8 May 2010

JACK DROMEY FINALLY GETS JOB IN HIS WIFE'S PARLIAMENT, DESPITE BEING A MAN



In all the ‘excitement’ of the hung or balanced parliament it may have been missed that one Jack Dromey has been elected member of parliament for Erdington in Birmingham, England. I wouldn’t have noticed his success myself had I not happened to switch on the telly to find Paxman being reduced to laughter, or tears, by the man, only just become an MP detailing why, with 50+ fewer seats and 2 million odd fewer votes, Mr Brown was, in fact, the man that hard working British families wanted to take them through the hard days ahead.

Yeah whatever Jack, back to the kitchen now and get Harry’s tea on!

Jack, I should explain for those not in the know, is the husband of Harry Harperson, the would-be, but never was, deputy prime minister whom he met on the picket line of an infamous strike over women’s trade union rights in the mid 1970s.

But Mr Harperson-Dromey is famous for more than that. Oh yes. Mr Dromey, in the position of Treasurer of the Labour party, not a job I’d have wanted, appeared to know not from whence had come £3.5m in loans from would-be lords.

Well, you can’t account for every £3.5m that’s lying around, can you?

In 2006 he came to prominence having claimed that neither he, as treasurer, not the chairman (should that not be “chair”) of the National Executive Committee, Sir, yes, SIR Jeremy Beecham (well, if you can’t beat them, join them I say) had ever been consulted about this money. It must have just been sitting there, heavily disguised as, well, something else.

Then in 2007 he claimed to know nothing at all about £650,000 worth of donations from David Abrahams. You are beginning to wonder at this point why the man is treasurer, and if in fact he is in any way qualifie
d for the job...well, apart from the obvious, that his wife is the deputy leader of the Labour party. Harpy Hardman was actually caught up in that scandal too, as she her staff had solicited and accepted donations from Abrahams of £5,000, according to Wikipedia.

Jack has had parliamentary ambitions for some time. On his first attempt in 1997 he didn’t even make the cut, and so on his second his union Unite, offered a donation of a £1m based on assumption of the safe seat of Wolverhampton NE. That failed too. In 2009 it was decided to parachute him into Leyton, another safe seat, but this proved too unpopular with the local party especially given that it ran contrary to his wife’s all-women shortlists policy.

When, in February Siôn Simon announced that we would stand down at the election, the NEC swiftly announced that Birmingham Erdington would be an open short-list. To hell with women, our Jack needs a job. Our Jack was confirmed to have made that short-list. The same month he was selected as the Labour Party candidate and he was duly elected on May 6. As they say in Punch and Judy “That’s the way to do it”.

My advice to whoever is leading the Labour party after the next Queen’s speech is: don’t let him anywhere near the Treasury brief. He wouldn’t know £3.5m if it was sitting there in front of him in the form of br... no sorry, loans from aspiring noblemen.

Oh, and don’t let him anywhere near Paxman. He would have been Toast, with a VERY big T, if Jeremy hadn’t been up all night and in need of a good laugh! Pathetic just isn’t half strong enough!




Video is not of the Paxman interview, but the story of Dromey's attempts to get himself a cushy billet.