Labour Live and Kicking.
There’s been a lot of mockery
of the festival Labour Live in the media lately, but imagine what the Tory
equivalent would be like, with music from James Blunt, comedy from Jim Davidson -
and lectures on keeping your hair as soft as goose-down from Boris Johnson, how
to form all opinions from a point of utter ignorance from Katie Hopkins and how
not to change a nappy from Jacob Rees-Mogg.
Not everything has to be an instant
landslide success to be valid; at least the Labour Party are trying to connect with younger supporters, and while it’s not had the massive
interest they might have hoped, even the most lackadaisical Labour arts event
would cack all over a Conservative one; and if the Tories need a social
gathering, wasn’t Thatcher’s funeral enough?
I just find the Tories so
out-of-step. Take my local MP Bim Afolami for example, who’s on Twitter and
Facebook, but practically in a broadcast only sense. He also manages to smile identically in every photo with an Etonian joylessness. It probably doesn’t
help that he’s younger than me, as being this and Conservative makes me
deeply suspicious. I know I’m biased, but I can never get on board with a
politician who regularly praises a prime minister who made repeated references
to not having a magic money tree she could shake to give NHS staff a pay
rise that takes into account the rise in the cost of living, as if speaking like this would bring
them on side. The Tories are a party of gimps, and the day Michael Gove runs
a face-painting stall next to George Osborne’s acoustic stage is the day I seek
Dutch citizenship.