Confessions of a politics addict

11 05 2010

Politics has formed the backbone of my life.

Some of my earliest memories are of my father, grandfather and fiesty grandmother discussing politics and religion.

My grandparents had been involved in the early trade union movement in the north west of England. They are/were lifelong labour supporters. Old Labour that is. I cannot imagine that my nana would have approved of Blair, Campbell and Mandelson, though she probably would have voted for them as she believed that the working man had been given the vote so that they could vote Labour.

For my part I won the 1974 election on behalf of the Liberal Party. It was held in my school and I was swept to power…not bad as, at that time, you could fit the whole parliamentary Liberal Party  in a very small minibus.

During my teens, when my parents moved from Liverpool to Cheshire, a move my nana saw as a defection until her dying day, I was marooned in the Winterton fiefdom of Congleton. As a student my boyfriend and I consoled ourselves by selling copies of the Socialist Worker on the streets of Oxford and to campaigning for Gwyneth Dunwoody in the nearby constituency of Crewe.

The eighties were a disaster with Margaret Thatcher snatching free school milk and anything else she could get her hands on. When I moved to Scotland the spectre of the poll tax haunted Scotland and still makes the Tories unelectable north of the border.

I have always stayed up on election night, even before I could vote. Partly this is my interest in politics but mainly it is due to my love of competition. It is like watching the cup final! I sit there with wine in hand, plenty of snacks and a comfy chair and settle in for the long haul. I was up for Portillo and I was up to see Jaquie Smith lose her seat this time; both falls from grace that were thoroughly deserved.

This is the only benefit of the first past the post system; that the voters can get rid of individuals that they dislike – as shown by the voters of Montgomery.  Unfortunately this is the major drawback too, as most MPs occupy seats that have such huge majorities that they cannot, in practice, ever be removed – like the Wintertons when they squatted in Cheshire.  No matter how many excesses were exposed and how seldom Nicholas actually visited the Houses of Parliament (his lack of attendence even became a standing joke in the Tory friendly Daily Telegraph), he remained as the local MP. I had a twitter exchange with someone recently who felt that public sector workers were lazy, overpaid and had jobs for life. I begged to differ but certainly a lot of MPs, public sector workers, do fit this description.

I was glued to the TV until about 4am on Friday morning when it became obvious that the position was actually no clearer than when I sat down at 10pm. In fact it was exactly as was predicted before the campaign had even started! But since Friday morning it has been compulsive viewing and listening for election addicts like myself.

Will Nick Clegg take the Tory shilling?

Will Gordon stay or will he go?

Will the Tory grandees suffer any compromise?

And for a lifelong Liberal these are heady times! The Lib-Lab pact was an interesting time. The formation of the SDP brought huge hopes for a progressive coalition. Power sharing in Scotland under Jim Wallace offered the glimpse of what might be. And here we are – the prospect of change to an outdated electoral system, of fair taxation,  a zero carbon economy, the removal of trident and the scrapping of the surveillance society, as exemplified in Labours ID card system, are all within grasp.

If Nick Clegg hasn’t seen Braveheart then he should…..hold, hold, hold

Hold your nerve for all our sakes.