Easy to say, you’d rather make loud love to Lord Prescott, or have your face smashed between Sir Cyril Smith’s quivering cheeks than read Tony Blair on how the motorway to the mountaintop he envisages lies through the centre ground; when you know neither gentleman’s available, right here right now, to take you. We need to make voting Labour as pleasurable for call centre managers and estate agents of a certain age as lowering their roasting menopausal testicles into a nice cold bath.
To this end, we need a leader with ideas thrilling as a dripping cistern, a man (or woman) likely conceived during a Conservative Association dinner somewhere in darkest Buckinghamshire; who, while his or her fellow students were thoughtlessly dancing the blues, bravely danced the beige; a person of exemplary character apart from that one conviction for stealing the brass handles off their own father’s coffin. We must offer hope to those who aspire to shop for gourmet sausage meat at Waitrose, and not waste time on people who perspire as they rifle through packets of past-their-use-by-date picnic ham at Aldi.
KEVIN HIGGINS - Kevin Higgins’s poetry features in the generation-defining anthology Identity Parade — New British and Irish Poets (Ed. Roddy Lumsden, Bloodaxe, 2010) and in the recent anthology The Hundred Years’ War: Modern War Poems (Ed. Neil Astley, Bloodaxe, 2014). The Ghost In The Lobby (Salmon, 2014) is Kevin’s fourth collection of poems. His blog is at mentioningthewar. blogspot.com