United Kingdom of Dystopia

I’m an armchair anarchist

No energy to follow through

Whilst the law tells me

What I can and cannot do

I’m an armchair anarchist

Who’s no threat to you

Passively sitting

Awaiting my cue…


But when the law tells me

What I can and cannot think

Then you bulldoze me

Towards the brink

When the law tells me

What I can and cannot say

Then you leave me

With no middle way….


Just did the http://defendfreespeech.org.uk/ extremism test. I’ve proudly scored 80%. To get 100 I’d have to break the law. Funny thing is though, that isn’t seen as compliance enough. Cameron is quoted as saying “For too long, we have been a passively tolerant society, saying to our citizens: as long as you obey the law, we will leave you alone. It’s often meant we have stood neutral between different values. And that’s helped foster a narrative of extremism and grievance. This Government will conclusively turn the page on this failed approach”.

Oh dear. The opposite of “passive tolerance” looks like active intolerance to me. If that is the rationale and reasoning behind Extremism Disruption Orders then


They better slap one on me

Before I leave my chair

And take a pee.


There is a line. The lack of clarity around an EDO means I don’t know if a line has been crossed. I’m guessing it’s safer to assume so than not.


Welcome to the United Kingdom of Dystopia

I wasn’t expecting Utopia

Just a cornucopia

Diversity in all things

Monocultures are doomed to perish and die.




Death to all Fanatics – becoming what you most despise

Another repost with tags

Death to all fanatics

That’s what I say

No matter to whom or what

They bend and pray

Death to all fanatics

That’s what I say

I’ll just put a gun to my head

And be on my way…

World Weary Baby

Another re-post with tags so it actually might get read


Just met a world weary baby

Sitting in his pram

Too much experience

For his life’s short span

Sat there looking

Like a really old man

Seen it all

 Didn’t give a damn

 Didn’t like the fuss

Or need a plan

 Wasn’t going to work

 For the man

A world weary baby

With eyes that scan

 For any sign of wisdom

 Beneath my tan.


Money is Magic

“A universe is created by the participation of the participants” I’d love to say I thought that one up but I didn’t. Don’t know exactly where I got it from but I think it might have been Robert Anton Wilson. Related to this is “Money is the Schrodingers cat of economics”, again, probably the same source. Money is magic. It doesn’t actually physically exist. Beyond a small piece of paper promising to make payment, it has no actual value. No bank actually has enough reserves to cover its lending. There are no underlying assets that back money up. This is something that conservative politicians, particularly in the United Kingdom, understand. When they are asked to publish their personal income, they are happy to, they have nothing to protect. Their wealth consists of physical assets. To them, bankers are grubby spivs, who pursue an illusion, personal monetary wealth. By implication, they probably think pretty much the same of the rest of us.

Money is magic

It doesn’t really exist

The cruellest of any

Cruel, cruel twist

A bubble to burst

None dare be first

To challenge superstition

And an empty supposition

Money is magic

Money is magic

Money is magic

Say it three times three

And it will flood

 In the direction of me

Double Espresso

“Double Espresso”

Oh look at me

Desperately avoiding

A frothy coffee

Real men drink

Proper coffee

From little china cups

And write poetry

About inverted

Coffee snobbery

Come on!

Who wants it?

 You frothy coffee quaffing bastards!

Double Espresso




“Can I have a drop of vanilla syrup in that please?”

“And the nice little china cups?”

“Where do I buy some of these?”