My Daily WordBite

The Gloopy Desert Does Ravage The Deer Hart

2014-02-04T04:53:00.000+00:00

This is a poem I wrote on inspiration in the Manchester Art Gallery. I sat askance, arms akimbo, pondering on a wet, syrupy, rainy afternoon...

The body of a deer and the heart of
A dead lion clings to the wall like it
Does my imagination, immobile.

The twisted grimace summons up a mouse
Plucking a thorn from its predator's paw,
Devoured after its good deed is done.

Dirty paws on dusty desert,
Arise, arise and wake!
Do not let the Seer of your Land
Ravage your mighty soul.

As He who rose from Death's table
So canst thou raise thyself.
Do not permit man's weakening
Of such a noble beast.

I have seen you in your natural home,
I drank tea amongst your wives and children,
I proudly etched you in my memory.

I see the glare of my reflection
In your glass cage,
Reminding me that you were never there.
Never real.
Never more than imagination.

As this is the first post of the new year, the prize is even more splendiferous than ever before! The first correct entry will win a once in a life time trip around the world in 80 days, au stylings a of Phileas Fogg!

Whoever wins this prize must supply everything him/herself. I supply only the inspiration for the trip and nothing more ( courtesy of Jules Verne).

Night of the Richard

2013-11-20T23:07:00.000+00:00

Woken again from a listless sleep,
Drenched in sweat, partner snoring. Wide awake.
Night after night I wake and I groan and
I scream to myself to ignore the pain
But I can't.

Something resides deep inside but I don't know
How to go about cleaving it from my chest.
Nightmares: night scares, old women, Detox,
Dying dragons, strictures scraping at my soul.

The thoughts drift as I lift the bottle to my
Parched lips. Parched from the booze.
Richard, heal thyself. Sober no more.
Now the war me. Battle time.

Still no sleep.

This week's (and I use the term loosely) prize is an all expenses paid trip to the best place on Earth!

Back By Popular Demand!

2013-11-20T11:30:00.003+00:00

Well, back.
After popular demand.
To stop.

Hurrah!

More codswallop to follow, although hoping some of this may be an improvement on the trite trash I wrote as a trite trashy teen.

Onwards, and, hopefully, upwards!

The wonderful *cough* prizes that I used to give out will of course *cough* be given out for future correct guesses!

American Elections 2012

2012-11-07T03:57:00.001+00:00

When Romney casts his vote, and Obama
dithers on his four-year trauma,
Why am I listening to Adele?
Am I some tree you wish to fell?

We've been too long;
I can't have some Romantic love song.
It hurts too much for this to besmirch
My memories.

I can't be arsed. You've had my heart,
Now relinquish my Nectar Card
'cos I’ve got points to spend
If our relationship's at its end?

So set me free, like a Butterfree,
So this pain can cease to hurt
me.

I own nothing but the sequence of words in this poem. Any reference to Pokémon or Sainsbury's is purely reverential. If offence is caused to either organisation is caused, please contact the publisher who will address all concerns.

The WINNER of this 'week's' prize will win a 'week-long trip to Barbados'!!! All expenses paid, all food, accommodation, travel expenses, cosmetic surgery, and anything else you would like! PLEASE contact this publisher!

There is no prize for this week. Anything read above is a lie. Please disregard. The publisher, and author, are not held to the above assertion. We are not affiliated with Sainsbury's, Barbados, Pokémon, or anyone else that this post may suggest we are. No-one associated with this post are bound to anything within it, ever.

Call Me If You're Sober

2012-06-08T01:38:00.000+01:00

What?
Is wrong with this and us and here and now?
Can't we give it a chance, let Fate roll her dice?
Or should we bid goodbye tonight with a bow
Because you won't let us be 'us' or be nice
Enough to give us time to try to work.
Pots and pans clutter everyone's kitchens,
But does anyone blame it on the fork?
You don't need to change your life, your religion;
Can't we be a teenage crush or Summer fling?
It should be fun; no need for awkward sex.
Let's just party with friends and dance and sing,
Even if we argue once we're drunk on Becks.
But no. Maybe we should just stay as friends.
It would be nicer than some other ends.

Just for the record, I don't drink Becks. Vodka and coke is the prize for this week. Or a coke if youre a minor ;]

Left Inside Alone

2012-05-23T15:24:00.000+01:00

I watch them as they enter, his
Knuckles white as he grips the
Handles of her wheelchair. In this
I glimpse their long history:

Years spent holding hands, chaste kisses
By the beach, children raised with
Love. I wonder if he misses
The long gone life they used to live.

They’d stay up late, talk through the night
Of their fantasies and fears
Till sun came up to shine its light
On their slowly drying tears.

Perhaps they argued, now and then,
Over who’d feed baby in
Dead of night, or who’d check again
Some silly, boring, trifling thing.

But that’s just the story for me and you;
He sits and feeds her tiramisu.

Any guesses for el title? The winner gets a coffee from Caffè Nero!

I Don't Do Sadness

2012-05-10T15:57:00.005+01:00

I can’t breathe. It’s spilling out of me, tearing
Me open as I fight to carry on.
You scratch, you punch, you scare;
Our plan to marry’s gone;
All the clothes I’ve tried, no matter what I’m wearing,

You don’t have a clue, don’t give a fuck.
Leave me at home, staring at the clock-
But no, I’ll stay composed,
Keep my chest locked and closed.

No matter what you say, you won’t sway me any way.
You can carry on; bed all the women that you want.
Be who you are: act like a child, be a little boy.

Just leave me to my pain, even if you can’t
Feel a thing, leave me now to heal;

I can’t look you in the eyes and see you not caring.

More rambling nonsensical poetry from my mad mind. Easy enough clue today; the prize? A trip to Ibiza with a packet of softmints (I provide the softmints, you provide the trip to Ibiza).

Thrust Into My Hips

2012-03-30T12:38:00.000+01:00

Open the windows, let in the air,

Pick up the bottles, chuck out the cans.

You can stay lying just over there,

Wouldn’t want you to dirty your hands.

The morning after your birthday last night

Is cold with the sting of the fresh winter breeze

As I scurry around getting dirt out of sight.

And you call down shall I order Chinese?

Not quite yet my strapping young man,

I’m going to join you back in our bed

For a cuddle and story, if you can

And I’ll rest on your chest with my head.

The comforting beat of your heart in my ear

Sends my mouth crashing forwards onto your lips.

And I grasp you, holding you near,

Murmuring as you thrust into my hips.

As with most of my poetry, it's not me speaking.

Composed Upon London Bridge

2012-03-07T15:06:00.001+00:00

Standing here above the river
As burning blights the bright night,
Embers of empire fail to deliver.
New broken glass to be a tourist sight
Stands half-erect on this skyline.
With this our United Queendom
Growing impotent, MPs mutter that it's fine
While we fight for Eastern freedom.
As I look out across the capital
At remnants of a once great city
Whose heart and soul were used as mere collateral
I think of other once great Empires with such pity.
So, on London Bridge I shall remain
And humbly miss my commuter train.

They're Taking the Hobbits to Asgard!

2012-02-16T16:49:00.001+00:00

Fighting for supremacy,

o’er golden hair and bended knee.

Looking out across the stars,

who’ll gain control of Earth and Mars?

that tricky trickster doth defile

fair maiden queen that made wheat fertile.

Fleeing from thund’rous rage

to sultry servants of the age

to beg fine gifts worthy of her suitor.

Yet whilst to Asgard he’s en route to her

a small mutt’ring doth him distract.

Entering in an unholy pact

he bets the sum of his head whole

to wise old smithies far from droll.

But that cunning fly loves deceit

and his maker does not wish to meet

So with a prick upon that brow

he suavely breaks his vow.

Returning to fair maiden’s home,

with his gifts he must atone.

Yet the tricky trickster next does flee

and now golden maiden can contented be.

This is one stanza from my book, 'Musings of a Journey: Part ii'. Part i can be found here

This week's title is not very imaginative, but oh well. The prize is four packs of Chewits. Enjoy!

Internally Agonising

2012-02-03T21:13:00.000+00:00

Something I jotted down when I should have been doing real work :D

When your room is a mess, and you couldn’t care less
And you don’t know where you left your chair,
You can search all about, have a huff and a shout
Or you can simply ask your bear.

When he doesn’t have a clue, and you don’t know what to do,
You can go to the lounge, maybe even have a scrounge,
And ask your little mouse if he’s eaten any grouse,
Before he has a chance to swear.

But if you’ve lost that room to flowers all abloom,
You must have a good whack with an axe you’ll hack,
Take back what’s yours and open all the doors,
Then shove all the mess out there.

Though the problem still remains, we’ve tired our brains,
I don’t know what to do, I haven’t any clue
I don’t know why you asked, I really can’t be arsed,
You’ll just have to live without a chair.

This week's title is not a quote 'm'afraid because I couldn't be bothered with finding one. However, if you can hazard a guess at why this poem's called 'Internally Agonising' I'll send you some posies

My Swan Song

2012-01-13T00:18:00.001+00:00

My Swansong

If all that’s still to do were left to me and you,
Would the skies still split, cause the Earth to shake
And pull the night apart?

Would we carry on though we’d soon be gone?
Could we journey far, do our worst,
And sing our last swansong?

This week's title/puzzle/game/thing is quite rubbish. I'm fairly sure I'm going to get done for copyright infringement one of these days so grab the awful prizes while you can! Have a guess :)

There's No Place Like London

2011-12-20T12:55:00.001+00:00

My London
Haven't the heavens hurled enough at us?
Three minutes later and we're still here,
Waiting for the Northern line!
Delayed trains, texting teens, in-cutting commuters
And tourists pointing at the pidgeons!
But we’ll push on through, maybe trip a few.

Central, St. Paul’s, coffee, Bank, Bridge.
Time for a rest? Ostrich and apple at Borough Market?
No. Train’s here. Not another for six minutes!
Papers litter Victoria’s seats, too much to read,
Let’s discard. Feeling healthy, shall we jump on Boris’
Bikes? They’re not the colour of the City.

With all the age and wisdom that my City holds,
Does She watch us from on high,
Whisper in the winds, protect us from the colds?
Does She lie below the Earth, watch as we go by?
As Emma says that we’ll be late, does Her heart despair,
Or does She pull us to Her breast, and gently clutch us there?

The prize for today's title quiz will be my worst Christmas Present, so if you like coal...

All The World's A Stage...

2011-12-10T00:14:00.000+00:00

... So why not exploit it? Shamelessly selling myself here, but who cares?

Buy my book on Amazon please! It's really cheap, easy to read and - in my opinion- really good!

It's called "Musings of a Journey - Part i" and it's something I've been working on for a fair while.

It's available on UK Amazon here and for my American readers here

If you'd like a preview just look here.

If anyone is unable to guess the title, you are blooming soppy!

The British Are Coming!

2011-12-04T14:55:00.000+00:00

In the normal way the universe does these sorts of things, I’m having soft power and cultural diplomacy thrown at me from every angle. So, as the law dictates, I have to write about it! It's probably just because I’m thinking about it so I’m seeing it more but still.

It started a couple of months ago on the Metro in Rome…

I saw a poster advertising English language lessons offered by The British Council. This pleased me to some extent as a couple of years before I had seen American-English lessons advertised on the Parisian Métro - yes, I take a lot of trains - and then that was it, I thought no more of it during my trip.

And then a few weeks ago, I heard a broadcast on the wonderful BBC Radio 4 which brought The British Council (BC) crashing back into my mind. The programme was called “Analysis: Cultural Diplomacy”. It discussed two projects funded by the Foreign Office of HM Government of the United Kingdom: the BBC World Service and the British Council. The purpose of these two institutions? “To promote Western liberal values [and] British values”.

Both of these are independently run, the World Service (WS) has “editoral autonomy” and the BC decides how it does what it does. However, they must clear their “objectives, priorities and targets” with the Foreign Secretary, currently William Hague.

The British Council was set up in 1934 by Sir Reginald Rex Leeper under the guise of “cultural propaganda”, a phrase which I'm sure the BC would now like to eschew, now preferring “cultural relations”. The WS was originally the Empire Service and broadcast, unsurprisingly to the British Empire. The WS has branched out and now broadcasts all over the globe, especially to those countries whose media outlets are influenced by their governments; this allows impartial news coverage as well as helping to bring about political change.

It is this last point which can be quite contentious; it can be seen as British and Western meddling. The BC in Iran were even forced to shut down their operations.

As the WS helps with the freedom of the press, the BC helps in educating people, especially in English, and shows forms of British culture, through art and noted people thoughout history, such as William Shakespeare. It is in this way that the main role of these institutions is to sell 'UK plc'. A job done, rightly or wrongly, by many others, such as the Royal Family, the Armed Forces and even Harry Potter.

One thing both of these institutions have gone to great lengths to stress over the years is their independence from the government, something which they have struggled with, especially in Iran. However, with the funding of the WS moving in 2014 from the Foreign Office to the licence fee payers - i.e. the British public - this may become easier for them to say...

My American readers should have no trouble with the week's title. I'll post the prize ;)

Much of this is based on information taken and quoted from the BBC here.

Progress, For Progress's Sake Must Be Discouraged

2011-11-25T14:36:00.000+00:00

I know it's gone, it's passed, it's happened, WE WON! but I thought I should still show Dolores Jane Umbridge's argument against the hated Alternative Vote!

I only changed a couple of words :-) and they're in [square brackets]

"Every [Prime Minister and politician] of [The United Kingdom] has brought something new to the weighty task of governing this historic [state], and that is as it should be, for without progress there will be stagnation and decay. There again, progress for progress's sake must be discouraged, for our tried and tested traditions often require no tinkering. A balance, then, between old and new, between permanence and change, between tradition and innovation because some changes will be for the better, while others will come, in the fullness of time, to be recognised as errors of judgement. Meanwhile, some old habits will be retained, and rightly so, whereas others, outmoded and outworn, must be abandoned. Let us move forward, then, into a new era of openness, effectiveness and accountability, intent on preserving what ought to be preserved, perfecting what needs to be perfected, and pruning wherever we find practices that ought to be prohibited."

If anyone does not get the titular quote then you obviously didn't read the big bit in the middle!

A Guide To Gossamer

2011-11-07T23:10:00.001+00:00

I ran the world when men were not around,
All was calm, nought unfair
and peace was all abound.
Yet all too soon, did seem to change
When storming sky began to rage,
Those that could, and those that would
Paid homage to their Lords.

Fleeing from untimely winds
Most were lost, and at great cost,
They suffered for our sins.
Now who's to blame, for the slain,
no guiltier than we,
have lost their lives, sons and wives
And from our pain mankind we did beget.

From peccancy and hurt, new rulers did arise
And in this trope they grabbed the stolen prize,
All fell back in def'rence to new Lords.
Victory was claimed o'er those who could not fight,
Submission forced upon our grateful heads.
In lessening our minds, they lessened too our shame,
And thus man conquered us.

United in Diversity

2011-10-22T17:36:00.000+01:00

A few months ago I started to write about Europe and the European Union. I struggled in some of my fact-finding so temporarily put it on the backburner. I return to it now looking at a much weaker European Union and a much altered view on the whole situation.

Anyone who knows about my views on Europe will not be surprised to learn that what I wrote before was a scathing diatribe on everything Europe, E.U., Eurozone and Euro.

Unfortunately, most of what I wrote is now very outdated; I think I may be coming to like the idea of a ‘United States of Europe’ (U.S.E.). However, I still proudly retain the flag of a vehement ‘E.U.sceptic’. The current model of the European Union is one which was based on the policy of slowly taking powers from member countries’ parliaments and centralising them in a European Parliament. Hardly democratic.

What the E.E.C.’s founders, the E.U.’s predecessor, wanted was to create what many had striven for over the centuries: a European Empire. “For the first time since the fall of the Roman Empire we have the opportunity to unite Europe.” Romano Prodi. This is what we are heading for with the E.U.. And Great Britain is being dragged along kicking and screaming. But why are we doing this?

We joined, we signed up later than some of the others, but we did join. Part of the problem Britain has in Europe is that we are not fully engaged in the decision making. We’re not the frontrunners pushing our agenda. Germany is, France is, so why don’t we? If we were fully involved we could sculpt Europe into something that would be more beneficial and pleasing for the public. The problem we have with being Eurosceptic is that it damages our chances of creating a Europe that does what we want.

I saw Dr. Kay Swinburne, MEP, speaking on Europe a few weeks ago and I can safely say that if our other MEPs are anywhere near as good as her, we are in safe hands in Europe. She said something that made me think and which I have unsuccessfully tried to find online so I could quote her exactly, but cannot. Her point was that the other European MEPs are fed up with Britain, ‘if you want to leave so much, leave!’ was the sentiment of what Dr. Swinburne said.

The European Union has a population of around 502 Million, compared with America’s 309 Million. Yet, the Gross Domestic Product (GDP) does not reflect the difference in population; The GDP of the E.U. in 2010 was just over £10 Trillion whereas the GDP of the U.S. was £9 Trillion. (GB’s was around 1.5 in 2010) Surely a United States of Europe would be able to increase its GDP if there were more integration, more union?

There are fears I have with having a closer union, such as the inability to have control over what happens, what would the role of The Monarchy be, could we hold politicians accountable? But we need to be involved with the European ideal or Great Britain will be left behind.

With globalisation, global institutions and some global governance, we are being forced into the background. If we want to survive on the world’s stage and not just be a ‘bit-player’ – who’d want to play ‘2^nd Servant’ when you could play Romeo? – We need to find a way to raise our voice. Perhaps a U.S.E. would be that megaphone Britain will need.

Further integration is always a point of contention within GB, we always consider ourselves ‘different’, ‘separate’ all because of a little bit of water – the English Channel – but are we so different? It would be incredibly difficult to do, the public would detest this being done but as Harold Macmillan said: “The countries of Europe, none of them anything but second-rate powers by themselves, can, if they get together, be a power in the world equal to… the superpowers.”

Prizes are steadily worsening again as I am an unemployed student once more. This week's prize? Answer to find out...

Figures taken from The World Bank's website

London's Burning, London's Burning! Fire, Fire! Fire, Fire!

2011-08-10T13:29:00.001+01:00

As violence rolled across our Capital city, chilling words were uttered by an LBC listener from Sydney, “London, the world is watching.”

Groups of youths and adults rolled through London's streets for four nights, attacking shops and setting buildings and cars ablaze. The reason? An alleged drug dealer was shot by police. That's what purportedly started this horrific event. A man, Mark Duggan, was shot in Tottenham. The locals protested and marched on the local police station on Saturday night and the mayhem spread from there.

For Londoners, we suffered the worst of it on Monday 8th August, 2011, with police overwhelmed by the sheer number of ‘disaffected’ youths. Thankfully, the fourth night, 9th August, stayed mostly quiet in London, with minor disturbances reported in Canning Town, Crouch End, Highgate and Muswell Hill.

Saturday night alone, £100 million of damage was done. With the economy in as much trouble as it is, this is disastrous. Homes, family businesses and lives were destroyed. A furniture shop in Croydon, Reeves’ Corner, stood for over a century, it survived two world wars. And it was destroyed by its own community. These monsters destroyed the lives of those whom they live with with their brutality.

Now, let's get political: Should the Prime Minister, David Cameron, have returned sooner? That's debatable. What was there that he could have done to stop this? Very little, I would say. It was the job of the police to get the situation under control, which they eventually did. The furore of these monsters had to burn out, as did shops, cars and homes. Had Mr. Cameron returned earlier, it would have heightened the sense of emergency. As would calling in the army. As would declaring a 'state of emergency'.

The Chancellor’s return, however, did inject some much needed mirth, with many mockingly saying “Don’t worry, George Osborne’s coming back!”

What infuriates me, is the social workers, the youth workers, going on television, the radio, and saying that it’s because of government cuts, youth programmes being cancelled. My youth group was cut, all but closed, yet I wasn’t out there terrorising these people. Nor were any other of its members. They were the ones out there yesterday, today, cleaning up the streets after this travesty. These people may have hard lives, they may be bored on hot summer’s nights but that is no excuse.

In Croydon, Enfield, Lewisham and Southall, groups of residents banded together to protect their communities. They stood up to thugs and protected their homes and families. That is part of the beauty of London. That is what makes me proud to be British.

Carnage was wrought in: Bethnal Green, Birmingham, Bristol, Brixton, Bromley, Camden, Clapham, Croydon, Ealing, East Ham, Enfield, Hackney, Islington, Kensington High Street, Liverpool, Manchester, Notting Hill, Nottingham, Oxford Circus, Peckham, Poinders End, Salford, Sloane Square, Tottenham, Waltham Forest, West Bromwich and Woolwich. There may be more that I have missed, however, I hope not.

Minor trouble was reported and quickly stopped in Glasgow, I believe, but was quickly averted. The Scottish police said they were ready to help if their English counterparts needed it. Luckily, the trouble stayed, for the most part, in England and did not spread to other parts of the U.K..

My thoughts are with those areas outside of London still affected, those who woke up to chaos, those in anyway harmed by this carnage. And with our wonderful Policemen.

This week’s title, somewhat childish. Although, my six year old niece didn’t know it. Also a bit flippant. The prizes are getting better though.

Give Your First Dance To Me

2011-08-03T14:28:00.001+01:00

When Earth was young and star and sun
Had scarcely just been born
I travelled far to see anew
what once was merely dream;
Over fjord and under icy pillar
when wat’ry breath were still but far off plan.
I walked with Deino, Swam with Nessie,
I charged at Hadean’s squeaky voice
scared ‘im off, and in came New Life,
and at the end of which came You

This poem completed is available here

I have no shame in this week's title/clue c:

There's A Side To You That I Never Knew...

2011-07-28T13:32:00.002+01:00

Eye see corruption in thine I
you have strayed far from the path
which i set out yet i do not protest
too much for that your right
high up in your elephantine tower
is it not a long way down
Oh? doth thou protest too much?
Shakespeare says he thinks it
I do not condemn for I have passed
it is my time no longer
One day I shall sail west
join my children in the Grey

This is an extract from my book, 'Musings of a Journey: Part i', which can be found here

Anyone who can guess not only the title, but all the references within the above will receive a ~~worse~~ better prize than has ever been won from this site!

Something's Coming, Don't Know When, But It's Soon

2011-07-26T00:58:00.001+01:00

Something very new and very unexciting is coming this way. This is your chance to flee - my advice would be to leave the country at the very least. However, alike to when one sees something awful happening, as if in slow motion, there is probably very little that can be done to prevent catastrophe.

But, sure enough, phone'll jingle, door'll knock; that'll be all the warning you get. Bonne chance!

Update: The Something is here!
The Life and Times of James Callaghan
A New blog to make you suffer!

As always, the clue's in the title, however, there are also two clues within the text. I doubt that more than a few of you are capable or finding the answer without Google.

Reformation or Deformation? Evolution or Revolution?

2011-07-21T16:09:00.003+01:00

The Liberal Democrats have often been the forerunners in advocating political reform and could even be seen as the more republican of the three main parties - rightly or wrongly - so it is no wonder that the latest plan to destabilise and devalue our Parliamentary system and our country was put forward by the leader of that party.

A draft bill was proposed by the deputy Prime Minister, Nick Clegg, a few weeks ago proposing to reform the House of Lords. This bill proposed 15 year fixed terms, starting in 2015, of an 80% elected upper chamber, more than halving the total number of peers to 300 full time members elected through proportional representation.

The glaring problems in this draft bill may expose, I fear, not only the folly of the Lib Dems, but of the whole government.

Expense: At the moment, members of the House of Lords get paid only for when they sit in the house. (There are a few exceptions, such as The Lord Speaker). I believe this is £300 per day they sit out of a total 142 [sic]. In all my years of watching BBC Parliament the only times I have seen the House full have been the state opening of Parliament. Now compare that amount to 300 full time paid 'Senators'. The cost seems somewhat higher in my mind. But, what's a little more taxes - at a time when Europe is in financial ruin - if we'll have 'greater democracy'?

Fixed Term: 15 year fixed term. After which, they are unable to run for office again. If they are good at their job, we lose them permanently. If they are shoddy, corrupt &c we are stuck with them for 15 years, with no way of recalling them. Is this Mr. Clegg's idea of democracy?

Powers: Currently, the main role of the upper chamber is to scrutinise and amend legislature. Sort of like proofreaders before a book is published. I don't mean to cause offence with that comparison, we are lucky enough to currently have a House of Lords that is made up of incredibly intelligent men and women who know considerable amounts in their fields. However, if members were elected, surely that would give them some sort of mandate? Surely they would start to demand more powers?
AND
They would be politicians! Do we need any more career politicians? We would surely lose the expertise that currently resides in the House of Lords.

Supremacy of The Other Place: Presently, the elected House of Commons has more power than the Lords, would this not detract from that? If you have 300 men and women elected to the upper house for a term three times the length of that of the other place would they not consider themselves the more supreme?

Despite Mr. Clegg's insistence that this would not happen, how would it not? In America they have standoffs between The Senate and the House of Representatives, which is why there is a President, to supposedly prevent this. Is this the next step? My saying the Lib Dems are in favour of a republic isn't sounding so dramatic, is it?

Side note: Members of the House of Lords no longer have to refer to the Commons as "The Other Place." It is a sad day.

Eighty Percent Elected: Why 80%? Is it an attempt to not seem too radical? Is it because within that 20% is some expertise that would be lost through elections? I can make no sense of it, personally. It's 100% or 0%. 80% doesn't work with the proposed overhaul.

Proportional Representation: As mentioned in "By Jove I Think He's Got It!" (4th July 2011), the Liberals won, through devolution and coalition, PR in the rest of the U.K. Is this just a feeble attempt by this party to gain what the public rejected in May 2011?

I am unable to see any benefits of this bill, other than it purportedly being more "democratic." With democracy working as well as it is now, I'm not sure I'm too eager for much more.

After the failed attempt to replace the "First Past The Post" voting system with the "Alternative Vote", the Liberal Democrats, and more specifically, Nick Clegg, need a political 'win' from being in the Coalition. This proposal is little more than a vote-mongering, political point scoring attempt made by a party that needs to curry favour with their supporters after the betrayal with student fees. I'm glad it seems as unpopular with MPs as it does with Peers.

On the Governement's e-petitions website, there is a proposal to scrap this plan. Please click here to sign.

Any guesses for the title? Prizes, as always, are not very good.

Edited 14/11/11

By Jove I think He's Got It!

2011-07-04T19:46:00.001+01:00

At the constant behest (of my inexplicable mind), I have striven to find the find the inner workings of The United Kingdom after the devolution movement at the end of the last century. For the few of you that are interested, I will now reveal what information I have gleaned; although, I am sure that my translation will be wholly incorrect.
At the end of the nineties, referenda were held across three countries within the U.K.: Scotland, Wales and Ireland on a devolved parliament, assembly and The Good Friday Agreement. As present circumstance indicates, the answer was a "Yes" to all three. In Scotland it was a resounding 74.03%. In Ireland, a similarly high result was garnered, 71.12%. The Welsh vote, however, was far closer, with 50.3% a win of just 0.6%!
These votes caused a First Minister to rise up in Northern Ireland and Scotland and a First Secretary in Wales. Wales and Northern Ireland have Assemblies rather than a parliament, although the workings are much the same.

In setting out the devolved powers, Scotland was given 73 MSPs, Wales 60 Assembly Members and Northern Ireland 108. What is notable in this is that, for a least a small portion of these members, proportional representation is used. This was forced into place in Scotland and Wales by Liberal Democrats working with Labour, who was against it in both instances. Also of note, in the first set of elections in Scotland no constituency members from the Conservative Party were elected with FPTP yet 18 were with PR. In Wales eight were with PR and one with FPTP.

The allocation of power to Holyrood (Scotland's political base) was done so by detailing the powers retained by The U.K. Parliament whereas in Wales the powers given were listed. This was most probably done in this way as The Welsh Assembly, not having a distinct legal system, had less of an allocation of power than Scotland.
The Leaders of these political institutions are all required to obtain The Royal Assent (The Queen signs off on all legislation).

With the rise of devolved powers, it is no surprise that a very important question was asked, this, known as the "West Lothian Question", was asked by Scottish MP (not MSP) Tom Daylle. He asked why happenings in England should be decided on by the 119 MPs at Westminster not representing English constituencies. Rightly so. However, the issue is not so clear cut as it may seem. These 119 MPs sit at Westminster to represent their constituents in matters concerning The U.K. As such, these lovely Members of Parliament decided to not vote on any issue effecting solely England. Thus, a temporary solution.

As I grow tired, I will decease and desist. I will also ignore all the errors that this is riddled with.
All statistics are copied from "Devolution in Britain Today", a book which I have used, to some extent, to understand our great nation. I apologise for any mistakes and would be delighted to have them brought to my attention.

The title is a dig at myself for taking so long in educating myself in this area. Of course, any guesses as to its origins are pleasing with the standard prizes being offered. Au revoir.

Goodbye To You

2011-07-03T15:09:00.003+01:00

Soon I shall return to my holy home
high up in the clouds
Enough of this, my heavenly rote
the journeys took’st far too oft
the pleasures and the pains I to you bequeath.
resignation tendered, may I retain my throne?
constitutionally mind, just to watch and show
my love,
Perhaps to open parks

This is an extract from my book, 'Musings of a Journey: Part i', which can be found here

Any guesses for the title? Today's clue: It's a song title.