Perfidious Albion - #3

The horrorshow that is Brexit & Covid beggars belief. And yet, the blatant cronyism, piled on top of the numerous grants offered to numerous friends of the Tory government - are like breadcrumbs leading us to the bigger project that is rumbling along inside No.10 - 

The break up of the Union.

Perfidious Albion - #2

I wake up in the middle of the night and have to check the news. What ghastly horrors await? What have they done this time? How much have they stolen? Can nobody stop them? Just exactly when did all the adults leave the room? Does integrity count for nothing? Does honesty count for even less these days? I always believed that the notion of 'one rule for them and another rule for us', was a rather trite appraisal of the situation. But it would seem that I was kidding myself... The old and oft spouted adage adage that "if you are not a Socialist by the time you are 21 - then you haven't got a heart. But if you are not a Tory by the time you are 40 - then you haven't got a brain" is something that has stuck in my craw ever since my very first day at work. 

Although in these days, it would seem that even the old time 'One Nation' Tories would be tarred with a similar brush. The new brutalism of the current Eton crop leaves many traditional Tories gasping for air. And the thing I don't understand is that, if they played the old game, they would still be in control. This new approach seems so hellbent on leading us at breakneck speed towards chaos that they are going to break everything they once held dear. 

Or is this all part of Der Masterplan...

Albion Hotel

Bring me the keys

And show me to my room

Turn off the light

So that I can see the moon

I can hear the rain falling

Through the night

The gulls cawing

I can feel the tide calling

Through the night

Until early morning

I’m checking in

I’m checking in

I’m checking in

To the Albion Hotel

Bring me a drink

And leave it over there

Turn back the sheets

As you head back down the stairs

I can hear the rain falling

Through the night

The gulls cawing

I can feel the tide calling

Through the night

Until early morning

I’m checking in

I’m checking in

I’m checking in

To the Albion Hotel

Prepare my bill

& slip it under my door

give my luggage away

I won’t need it anymore

I can hear the rain falling

Through the night

The gulls cawing

I can feel the tide calling

Through the night

Until early morning

I’m checking out

I’m checking out

I’m checking out

of the Albion Hotel

©Andrew Franks 2014

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