Despite initial hiccups, I had a very good night on Wednesday. At 11pm I left the college bar and went my separate way from everyone else. They were all off to the first Park End of term (sorrrrry Lava & Ignite) and I was off to Filth for Sex on the Beat. As I entered the delightful Westgate Centre to head to what I thought would be a nice raucous queue I discovered, er, no one. Empty queue. As much as we all moan about being squashed like sardines between metal barriers on the top floor of a shopping centre, the sight of no one is a lot worse. Not looking so good so far. Should I have gone less against the grain and joined the Park End revelries?
You don’t need a copy of Trotsky under your arm to realise that cutting the real wages of our public workers in the face of soaring food-prices is ruinous to human welfare and the services upon which so many rely.