This summer has been really hot, redolent of ’77, so it was great to chill in the garden of a big old country house in Kent. The occasion was an annual gathering of friends and family that’s been happening since 2003, and a jolly, inclusive event it was too.
The day’s creative workshops ended in evening performances where everyone was encouraged to contribute to the entertainment: so the stage and campfire saw songs, skits, poetry and bad jokes. There’s so much joy to be had in amateur performance, and such value in ordinary folk authoring and sharing their own creativity and experience. It’s empowering and affirms our common humanity.
Everyone can perform, and eating crisps whilst playing musical statues is harder than you might think.
We’re all in this together
We’re all in this together:
Cameron’s Big Society diktat
But in Babylon for every one step forward,
Someone’s taking two steps back.
Tighten the public purse strings,
So the banks can keep their gains,
Wills and Kate are with us – they bought their own champagne.
The Eurocrats and plutocrats,
take unaccountable decisions,
as Goldman Sachs, the vampire squid, consolidates its position.
Boua-zizi lit the fuse,
Facebook wound the Arab Spring,
The Occupy movement stood its ground and radicalised camping.
We marched in March to stop the cuts,
And again outside St Paul’s,
We marched to stop the 1% leaving us with sweet fuck all.
You’re not alone in wondering if any truth is known,
as life passes at a low interest rate,
and you fiddle with your phone.
The Sun and Star should follow,
The News of the World’s demise,
And if Jezza keeps the left together,
The NHS might just survive.