Wolfie, where are you? It’s revolution time

Blaise Tapp
Blaise Tapp
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Not a great believer in revolutions, me. Too much bloodshed and shouting and I have never been any good at marching.

Besides, you get rid of one waste of skin and, invariably, what do you get? An even bigger bungler with an even bigger ego than the one he helped overthrow.

Despite these reservations I feel like Wolfie Smith, the famous 1970s sitcom radical, who firmly believed in giving power to the people. Power is one thing you and I really don’t have as it rests uneasily in the cack-handed palms of our political masters.

In recent days they have proved about as efficient as North End’s forward line.

The past week-and-a-bit has been as damaging to British politics as anything I recall from recent years - including the expenses scandal. Why? Because the levels of incompetence displayed by so many in high office have been far more disappointing than learning that some Tory duffer has spent hundreds of pounds of our money on a duck house, when we suspected all along that most of those in Westminster were milking us for all they could.

The least we expect from those at the top of the greasy pole is leadership.

Sadly, it went AWOL last week.

Be it the claim that 250 grand will get you pheasant and chips with David Cameron and a chance to whisper in his ear; the calamitous PR ‘opportunity’ which showed Ed Miliband for precisely what he was - a man who had never before bought a sausage roll from Greggs; or the idiotic handling of the fuel crisis.

All left a huge question mark over those who are supposed to be running the country or have ambitions so to do.

It may have taken two years but Cameron is finally getting the kicking in the opinion polls many believe is long overdue; Miliband the Younger continues to have the charisma and political nous of a plate of egg and chips...

And the less said about Nick Clegg the better.

That’s not to say that the men at the helm of their parties should be immediately replaced because, let’s be honest, could any of us name suitable replacements?

This is what has got me so hot under the collar - the realisation that there really isn’t any political choice in this country.

Respect’s George Galloway, fresh from his humiliation of the major parties in the Bradford West by-election, summed it up perfectly when he said that British politics is a three-cheeked backside.

Rest assured that, even with three cheeks Messers Cameron, Miliband and Clegg would still struggle to locate it. With both hands.

We need a sea-change in British politics but there’s no one to sail the ship.

What’s Wolfie doing these days?