We have all lived through 12 months dominated by coronavirus , a disease that has at least exposed the fragility and inequality of the global economy like nothing before,
combined with thousands going hungry, the NHS on its knees, food banks growing , don't get me started on the chaos that will be caused by Brexit. This morning alone we have seen miles of queues along the M20 as companies rushed to stockpile before the end of the of the transition period, with swathes of Britain now in in Tier3 Covid restrictions , Brexit talks looking grimmer and grimmer and relations between the UK Government and devolved parliaments worse than ever it does not seem to be the season to be merry.
As Tony Blair hints at return to political life to lead coronavirus vaccination efforts , are we not already doomed enough. With forces of racism, xenophobia, intolerance exploiting our fears, as we struggle on, lets try not give up hope, find a way to create a fairer society, personally I feel that getting rid of the Torys is now a national emergency.
In the face of continual hardships, as all of us now forced into lockdown, I offer some simple musical respite, there are all types of Christmas songs, from the pure and sacred to the the ultra profane, but this song from the Washington state garage rock band The Sonics from 1965 really makes my feet shuffle, it's a mighty fine distraction . In these crazy, twisted fucked up times, wishing you a peaceful and safe holiday, look after yourselves.
