Fleeting Fancies, Ephemeral Encounters…

ImageI have been inspired to write this article from what would seem to many as the most trivial of things but, for me at least, it has evoked a much deeper interpretation. For tonight, I write as I journey by train up to Exeter to meet with my beautiful partner, Oona.

I’ve been sat here quietly recovering from a night of unbridled chaos, painting the town red [some might say in more ways than one if one were to consider our spreading of revolutionary red ideas right, Sam? ;-)] with some of my very accommodating, understanding and, hopefully, forgiving comrades; Glynn and Sam.

In the short moments that I’ve been sat here on the train I have been engaged in exchanging pleasantries with two fellow commuters who I have had the good fortune to cross paths with as they travel to London to meet with loved ones. I wish them all the best of luck on their journey and hope against hope that they may come across this blog of their own accord one day. If so, I would like to say a quick hello to them as I’m on the 19:55 train from Plymouth to London Paddington on a Sunday evening. Of course, they will be much more likely to see this blog with your help, reader, and so I encourage you to like and share this article widely in the hope that it reaches them. I’m well aware that I could just show this article to them right now but that would take the fun out of it and wouldn’t allow you, my audience, to contribute to this story by sharing this blog around the world to wherever it needs to go.

So, why is it that such a small exchange of pleasantries can be such an inspiration to a student of the revolution such as myself? Well, if you insist on continuing to read up to this point then I guess I shall have to reward your curiosity and satiate it by sharing my thoughts and feelings with you…

It is my belief that thanks to the prospects of hope and clarity of vision shared by my fellow comrades in the Socialist Party, I have become a much more rounded, self-actualised (if one were inclined to use Maslow’s terms, as I, for one, would be) individual. It is from this well of confidence and conviction that I have found something very useful as a source of energy for my revolutionary candour; the ability to fully engage with the moment, Seize the day (Carpe Diem!) and enjoy the sweet, fleeting fancies or ephemeral encounters of the present moment.

Moreover, I fully believe that this newly found zest for life is infectious and so I pass on the good will and positive energy that I’m feeling onto you, my audience, who I hold the utmost gratitude for, for heeding my thoughts and feelings. I hope that these carefully crafted yarns, will one day weave an enriched and revolutionary tapestry across the pages of history and I would love for each and every one of you to be a part of that tapestry. A tall order, some might say but then everything starts with a dream.

Now, to engage in the finer things that l’amour has to offer as I meet up with ma cherie with all the promise of passion, desire and whimsy.

And so my readers my task for this evening is done. I dedicate this piece to each and every one of you who has taken the time to read it and I ask but one small labour of love in return as a way of expressing your gratitude for my literary architecture and that is this: that you share this piece out in the hopes that it should find its way to the travellers who I may never have the opportunity to meet again.

P. S. In the short time that it has taken for me to get from Exeter St David’s train station to the house of my beloved, I have enjoyed yet another ephemeral encounter with a homeless woman named Mandy. I could not spare any change for her or her fine specimen of a Rottweiler rescue dog but I hope that her heart was touched tonight on the unforgiving streets of Capitalism. I did however, spend the things that I can always afford to any human being; compassion, a sympathetic ear, a hug and my time. I hope these sentimentalities keep you at least a little warmer tonight. Mandy, I wish you godspeed (or the relevant Atheist equivalent if you share my scepticism of such a force within our universe) in your harsh journey. I know that I may never see you again but again, I call upon the reader to share this article widely so that you may hear my pledge which I dedicate to you and all others who are in a similar situation to you. I pledge to you, that I will do everything in my power to ensure that we experience Socialist revolution in our lifetime, as I cannot sleep soundly at night knowing that there are those such as yourself who are still neglected by our current inadequate political system.

And now the rest I leave up to you, dear reader. Can you get my pledge to those I have vowed to fight for? I hope you can and if you share this article then you can take comfort in being part of sending out that hope to those who need to hear it most…


Bloody Scroungers…


Homelessness is never usually a lifestyle choice. I have spoken to many homeless people in both Plymouth and Exeter and in an overwhelming majority of cases they started out as hard workers who have lost their job in the triple-dip recession and have fallen through the cracks thanks to the lack of jobs and the government’s crackdown on “scroungers”.

The fact is that there aren’t enough jobs for everybody and particularly with the bedroom tax and cuts to council tax benefit, people will be forced out of their homes or will be forced into renting in the private sector which will increase rather than decrease the welfare bill. Not only that, but there needs to be investment in the manufacturing industries to get Britain building houses and producing things again.

This government is dividing and ruling working class people by pitting them against each other rather than dealing with the real issues. Our economy is in ruins and this government is making it worse by cutting during a recession. Labour are not the solution either as their reckless borrowing has done nothing but arm the Tories with an excuse to sell off the remnants of the welfare state to private interests. Will the NHS be better off in private hands? We need only look at the extortionate prices charged by energy companies and train operators to see where that’ll go. We need to nationalise the banks and democratise the one area of politics that is the most influential, the economy.

Make no mistake, I’m not an apologist for those “bumming off the state” but the Daily Mail’s idea of a “scrounger” only applies to a very narrow section of society which is brought about by alienation from lack of community cohesion. An overwhelming majority are willing to work hard but there are no jobs out there, they’re willing to pay their way but more and more is demanded from them by a government of greedy, clueless millionaires and this is all topped off by people more willing to turn their nose up at the less fortunate rather than helping them up or at least demanding that the government get their act together. It’s the government and their banker buddies who are the real scroungers, not the homeless.

There are others out there trying to do something positive rather than being a full-time martyr in the online world. Let’s build a future that works for everyone not just the “privileged”.

What can we do? Organise!

Let’s give the working classes some encouragement by building for a general strike, the first of its kind in Britain since 1926. Sign this petition…


…and let’s lobby the TUC to mobilise the millions of people who are needlessly suffering from the effects of this government’s austerity program when another solution is possible, a Socialist solution