It’s not been a good day. There are more than a few lines in ths song that say how I feel.
I had a bad feeling after the exit polls were announced. By 10.30pm that had worsened, and I headed for bed around one o’clock with a sense of deep foreboding. In the morning I glanced at my ‘phone and saw a message from Sophie Scott confirming the gloom.
I did have to get up, but it wasn’t until I had a cup of coffee in my hand that I could bear to look at the results. I had the same sense of disclocation as in 1992. In London, the picture is very different from the rest of England. Parliament may be up the road, but it does not represent the capital.
I fear for our wonderful NHS. I fear for the Human Rights Act. I fear for our Civil Liberties. I feasr for public services. I fear. The politics of fear have brought us this government.
The runes are not good.
But at some point fear has to turn.
By this evening optimism and determination have started to return. The tune in my had has changed, and have moved on to the 1970s and David Bowie.
By tomorrow maybe songs from the next decades will be articulating more upbeat feelings. In the meantime, try substituting David for Margaret in this song by The Beat.