Primeval Mudd

Under-informed rantings.

The Cognitive Dissonance Of the BNP Song

Recorded a little hastily over lunchtime.

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Camden United, March 26th and Labour

I’m just back from the pub following a very productive and interesting Camden United Against Cuts meeting. The productive bits mostly involved plans for building for the 26th March march, leafleting etc. and having a coordinated day of leafleting on Saturday 19th  around Camden with the possibility of a little shindig afterwards. I’m very much up for that: my experience campaigning against the BNP in Barking and Dagenham last May was made all the better for the social events after the leafleting. I think they build enthusiasm and make folk more likely to spread the word in the days that follow. Funding and organising could scupper the idea but I hope we can pull it off. Read more of this post

Online Campaigning For The Technologically Challenged

Right then, you lot. It’s becoming apparent that some of you, dedicated though you are, ain’t too hot with the online campaigning stuff. I think it’s fair to put this down to age and leftism. As aged lefties you will have spent far too much time waving placards outside meetings, on your high streets and at passing malevolent entities (probably, but not exclusively, inadequately disguised Tories) to have delved in to the world of e-comms (calm yourselves: that’s electronic communications, not electronic communism.) Read more of this post

Hounding The Baskerville

A song about @baskers and the Daily Mail.

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Privatisation – have I been wrong to oppose it?

Don’t you just hate it when your apparently ideologically settled mind decides to make you think again about something? I do. Especially on a Sunday evening when I’m trying to write a song (which, frankly, never goes too well at the best of times so could do with as few distractions as possible. Oh, hello internet! I didn’t see you there…)

Digression’s a pain too.

Anyway, there I was, sitting having a strum, trying unsuccessfully to wax lyrical about the privatisation of public services, as one does, when my brain (dammit) flung this thought at me: Read more of this post