Reader’s letters - Friday May 01, 2015

The country's longest serving MP up to the last term of Parliament, Sir Peter Tapsell (see letter)
The country's longest serving MP up to the last term of Parliament, Sir Peter Tapsell (see letter)
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Politician is a job for life

There are 650 seats in Parliament, and since 1945 no matter what’s been going on in the country approximately 200 of those seats have never changed.

That’s going back 70 years, but it gets worse. Since 1970 we are now up to almost 50 per cent of the seats never changing, so no matter which party an MP represents it’s a job for life - as long as they toe the party line that is.

Representing the interests of their constituents isn’t as important as we forget or don’t even know what they do or say once they are parked up in Westminster.

With a salary of £74,000 a year, plus expenses which include the roof over their heads being paid for, plus their electricity bill, their gas bill, water bill, council tax, not to mention claiming for tea and biscuits it’s not a bad life is it.

Where do the rest of us get jobs like this, not just a wage but everything paid for, no wonder they are pounding the streets begging us to send them back to cushy land.

As long as we carry on voting in a tribalistic way nothing will change, and we won’t deserve change.

Make your MP work, or perhaps vote for someone else, it’s time for a change!

Bob Norton, by email

Changes have been bad for all

This Government is the worse we have had in living memory.

The pothole Prime Minister who has borrowed billions – 10 times as much as Gordon Brown – has neglected our roads, yet given millions to other countries and £12bn to Europe.

VAT is up to 20 per cent, the NHS has sacked nurses and taken temps on, more money spent, yet delay in operations.

There is no use of vital drugs and equipment to combat cancer. IDS, with the Bedroom Tax, spent twice as much as Gordon Brown on consultants.

There has been neglect of flood prevention, education, and the Post Office has been given away.

Unemployment figures have been manipulated. We have Wonga, and bankers who ruined the country.

Then there is the passport fiasco, cuts in defence, tuition fees up, smashing planes and aircraft carriers, Remploy, cutbacks in army and police.

There are soft sentences, and bankers are still on massive bonuses. But there’s no interest to savers. Osborne thought he had performed a miracle when he didn’t increase petrol and diesel by three pence per litre. He should have reduced it by a pound.

The deficit last week stood at £1,503 428,718,000, increasing at £5,170 per second.

With respect, this is the work of the asylum. Cameron is like a card player with a bad hand.

He drops jacks and tens and picks up sixes and sevens in the cabinet.

As it says in the Bible, for those who have, they shall be given, for those who have not, even what they have shall be taken away. The NHS is not safe in Tory hands.

Alexander A Lord, Hoghton

Only one way to vote this year

I am sickened by the dishonesty of a Prime Minister who claims that immigration control is compatible with being members of the European Union when he must know that this is simply impossible.

I am sickened by a Labour Party which was prepared to deliberately, calculatedly and wantonly encourage damaging mass immigration during its term in office.

I am sickened by the Liberal Democrats and Greens who do ostrich impersonations when the problems are raised.

Leaving the EU is the only response. We cannot trust empty political promises about referenda.

UKIP is our only recourse.

T Hall, Ashton

Communist a vote winner

It’s now less than one week before the General Election and all the razzamatazz of the hustings takes me back 70 years to the first election that I can remember.

In 1945 I was an eight-year-old living in South Meadow Lane, in Preston. We lived very close to St Stephen’s School, which in those days was used as the local polling station.

On the day of the election, as you can imagine, the street was very busy with people going to vote, coupled with visits from all the candidates who took the opportunity to extol the virtues of their particular party to the neighbourhood as they drove slowly down the lane.

I well remember seeing Sir Winston Churchill’s son Randolph, who had been elected unopposed in the 1940 by-election, riding in the back of an open top tourer, looking as if he already had one foot in the House of Commons.

Then there were the double Labour candidates John Sunderland and Samuel Segal, who appeared equally confident of success.

However, the candidate who in my mind stood out head and shoulders above the others was a certain Pat Devine, who represented the Communist Party. At my age it was hardly his political acumen that made him so unforgettable but rather his battle cry song.

He cruised down the lane in a battered old van, leaning out of the window with megaphone in hand, singing loudly to the tune of ‘Mademoiselle from Armentieres’:

‘The Tories are having a heck of a time parlez vous

‘The Tories are having a heck of a time parlez vous

‘The Tories are having a heck of a time

‘Trying to keep out Pat Devine

‘Inky pinky parlez vous.’

Now it was not just his singing that endeared him to me but rather dad, slamming the front door shouting angrily, “If that b*****d gets in we’re all emigrating to Australia.”

Oh how I prayed that Pat would overturn the odds and win the seat as Australia sounded like such an exciting place to live.

It was not to be as he came bottom of the poll and poor old Randolph had the smile wiped from his face as he and his fellow Tory party candidate Julien Amery lost a closely contested fight for the two Preston seats to the Labour pairing of Sunderland and Segal.

Derek Rogerson, Bamber Bridge