New brush
Bullingdon bully
Husky woof woof
Piggy oink oink
Seventh cousin
Fifth Cousin
Gordy Brown baiter
In it together
Blow the bloody doors
Blow the bloody pig’s head
Lost his big gamble

Round up

CILIP : 23rd June

CILIP to work alongside Speak Up for Libraries group as independent supporter





Libraries Taskforce : 23rd June

Guest post | Soul of the City: a vision for the future of public libraries in Hull

by Dr Richard Heseltine, Chair of the James Reckitt Library Trust




Cornish Guardian : 23rd June

Launceston Town Council agree on proposal to take on library service




Malvern Gazette: 23rd June

Worcestershire | Group supporting Syrian refugees told to take down library exhibition





Hinckley Times : 23rd June

Leicestershire | New chapter as Burbage Library is handed to volunteers




Craven Herald : 23rd June

Lancashire | Councillor aims to save Earby Library


Media fails duty of explanation

The media response to the death of Jo Cox is wretched. It is typified by Deborah Orr in the Guardian: “Understanding this tragedy needs nuance, not agendas” and even worse, Matthew Parris in The Times: “The Lesson of Jo Cox’s Death? There isn’t one.” Thomas Mair was a loner, vulnerable, timid, mentally ill, disturbed, deranged, acres of newspaper print tells us. The accumulating evidence that he had been a subscriber to Nazi periodicals, had manuals showing how to make weapons, and had a house stacked with Nazi memorabilia is seen as evidence of psychological disturbance, not political allegiance. Similarly, the role of right wing politicians from Cameron with his ‘swarms’ of immigrants and a ‘bunch of migrants’ to Johnson’s many racialised comments and Farage’s racist poster, is downplayed in the rush to say we have all got to be nice to each other and politicians must not be criticised in case some ‘lone wolf’ is encouraged to act violently.
People quite correctly hesitate to draw firm conclusions too early, but hold on a minute, at the same stage in the Lee Rigby tragedy, the same media had come to the firm conclusion that this was down to political Islam, even though Michael Adebowale also had psychotic incidents. Mental illness is not synonymous with violence. The mentally ill are far more likely to be victims of violence than its perpetrators.
The press has failed to locate Mair’s horrific attack within the narrative of neo-Nazi violence: the US hosted hate sites, Redwatch targeting the Left for attack, the numerous NF, BNP, EDL, Infidels thugs convicted of violent attacks, David Copeland who blew up a pub in Soho, Anders Breivik who slaughtered members of a left wing party in Norway, the Nazis doing time (some from Yorkshire) for having bomb-making equipment in their homes, the Britain First keyboard warriors who pollute the internet with their hate memes. Yes, some of the perpetrators were disturbed, but neo-Nazi violence attracts the violent, obsessive and narcissistic criminals. There is so much evidence to demonstrate this.
That is what has been missing so far in the coverage. Evidence. The media had a duty to explain all the possible roots of this political murder. They do it every time there is a ‘jihadi’ attack and they do it with unhesitating alacrity. There is time for them to inform the public about the far right’s violent history. It is not too late.


I feel like a worn pair of boxers,
Whirling round
In the spin-drier of life,
Tumbling amid a rainbow-coloured snowstorm
Of socks, shirts, trousers,
A snapping, whirling, swirling centre
That will not hold
Then, when the cycle stops
I feel a certain inner peace.
Mind you,
That could be

Hey, Geek features

“Leaving the EU would liberate us to invest in public services and to support struggling communities.”
Michael Gove.
Right, Geek features, point out from your own record one instance of you supporting public services or supporting struggling communities. Your party supported the destruction of working class communities when Thatcher destroyed one third of manufacturing in one government. You promoted academies and free schools to destroy accountable, publicly run schools. You have supported every privatisation, every measure to make work more precarious and less satisfying. Your liberation is our despair.

Ali bomaye

So the giant has passed. I don’t think we can exaggerate the importance of Muhammad Ali. I think he is quite simply the greatest sporting figure of all time, fusing sport, grace, humour, rebellion, dignity and politics. When he entered the stage, the dead hand of Jim Crow still gripped the throat of America. Ali himself was denied entry to a restaurant even after he had won a boxing gold medal in the Olympics. People talk with universal fondness of him now, but when he first came to Britain, most people hated him for being a ‘lippy’ black man. When no white heavyweight could deck him, the racists willed a safe black guy to do it as a proxy for slapping down the uppity ni**er. Frazier was a good guy and no ‘uncle Tom’, but when he beat Ali, the racists were jubilant. I remember getting ribbed by some lads at school. I was gutted because my hero had fallen. Imagine how wonderful it was when he came back, after the Vietnam ban, after the racist insults, after everything to defeat George Foreman in the greatest boxing match of all time, the Rumble in the Jungle. Three times champion, freedom fighter, spokesman for black America, Muslim and spokesman against terrorism, humanitarian, Ali bomaye.

My tribute to Ali is this little book:

The Greatest-04

Ballad of the bigoted Brexiteer

Our latest Boris Brexit leaflet came through the letterbox today containing this poem:
We want our country back,
Our land of merry virgins
Prancing on the sward,
Maiden bigots cycling
To wicker-burning
And Alfie Garnett
Giving it to Johnny Foreigner.
We want our country back,
Our land of happy drunks
Cracking mud-glued frogs
In the mire of Agincourt,
Britons never being slaves
Because they buy and sell them
In choking, noisome holds.
We want our country back,
Children crawling up chimneys
And every one white as chalk
When you scrape off the soot,
Chirpy northerners in their clogs
Linking arms with Gracie Fields
As they bound along
To trap their limbs up at t’mill.
We want our country back,
Grovelling kids sitting in serried rows,
Struck by dusters,
Flogged, ensconced in Dunce’s caps,
Ushered into darkened rooms
To be caned by cape-swathed masters
While their betters
Play the Eton game with lumps
Of bloodied fag.
We want our country back,
Colour bars, men-only bars
Mars bars that taste of real chocolate-
At least if you shut your eyes
And ignore the colour,
Crown green bowling
With severed heads
And Albert Pierrepoint
Perfecting the hangman’s noose.
We want our country back,
Sex in the dark,
Bowlers in the park,
Sound of the ascending lark,
Knee-length knickers
W G Grace stickers,
Underpaid Cockney pickers
Choking the hop fields,
White birds over the white cliffs
Of Dover, Fortress Britain
Just you wait and see.
We want our country back,
Vera Lynn and old Will Hay,
No LGBT or mouthy gay,
Jimmy Jewell, black and white minstrels
On black and white TVs,
Sing Something Simple,
A nun in her wimple,
A flabby arse,
A fiery pimple.
We want our country back,
Green Shield stamps
And old gas lamps,
England beating the Krauts
Four to two,
One-eyed Nelson
With his jolly crew,
The umpire, the Empire,
The world map pink through and through.
We want our country back,
Guy Mitchell and Alma Cogan,
Moors Murders
And Mini cars,
Coronation mugs, Super Mac,
Saucy postcards
And chauvinist cack,
Bland, boiled food,
The right to be rude,
Fruit that’s stewed.
We want our country back
Bojo ruling the world,
Gove at his side,
A rampant God,
Farage in a jewel-crusted carriage,
Matron in charge-
No bloody commie NHS-
Our blue, remembered hills.
Oh England, oh Albion,
Oh, I’ve peed myself,
I’ll keep on taking the pills.