I was in Waterstones the other day (while it’s still there). I was looking for a book for my wife’s birthday. I got her a copy of ‘Call the Mid Wife’,  the book on which the current Sunday evening TV ‘feel good’ slot is based. She likes that slushy sentimental stuff, she’ll be the first to […]

Amongst some of the industries that are booming since the capitalist car crash are food banks, Cash Converters (pawn shops), exploitative pay-day loan shark companies and bailiffs. We heard recently in the news that the government is to introduce new laws to restrict some of the bailiffs’ practices. Presumably, some of these bailiff companies […]

After forty years of work within Labour, by 1991 the Marxists of the Militant Tendency were virtually emptied out of the party for fighting Thatcher’s unpopular poll tax.

If ever there was a turning point in British postwar history, it was the Miners’ Strike of 1984-85. When the strike ended in defeat for the National Union of Miners (NUM), the full force of Thatcherite monetarist policies could be more thoroughly unrolled. Without the defeat of the NUM, the […]

Watch any TV news report, political show, read any newspaper article, and you will find a common thread amongst our political class across the main parties. ‘We have no money’ they say. ‘The cuts are necessary’. ‘We must reduce the deficit’, and, of course, the phrase that will be hung […]

There is no political party in Britain today that truly represents the interests of working class people. You can’t fit a cigarette paper between the main parties. They are three wings of the same capitalist party.

Some wise man once said that politics is ‘showbusiness for ugly people’. Never a truer word was spoken, especially if you apply it to ‘inner ugliness’. Granted, on a purely superficial level, neither Cameron OR Clegg (PM and Deputy PM respectively) are particularly physically repulsive, unless they have portaits of their […]

It all started when I heard a knock at the door. It was just after 6.30pm and it was a cold, rainy night. Some young guy in sportswear stood there; neat hair, ready smile and an ID tag around his neck. “I’m not trying to sell you anything,” he said, “but, if […]