The Old Boys Club...

  “When Small men begin to cast big shadows, it means that the sun is about to set.”
Lin Yutang

Early May in the UK, and I find myself enduring the fairly typical weather in these islands. It is generally cold, wet and windy, although happily it is about to improve, at least if the forecasters of the BBC are to be believed. The one day in the last week that was an exception to the ongoing gloom was Thursday, the day on which the general election was held. In the UK, the advent of decent weather for such a day was supposed to improve the turnout. It did … in Scotland at least. South of the border the turnout was much the same as usual, at around 65 %. As the winning party managed to poll 36.7%, this effectively meant that only about 1 person in every 4 actually voted for them. In the strangely undemocratic democratic system of the UK, this is enough to give the winning party a majority.
There was much frustration all around, perhaps none more poignant than than of UKIP (United Kingdom Independence Party). Personally, I have little sympathy with their views, but much empathy with their frustration. On the day they polled 12.6% of the vote, approximately a third of the Conservative party's 36.7%. The result? The Conservatives end up with 331 times the 1 seat that was given to UKIP in this bizarre system.

UKIP also managed to attract something like two and a half times the number of votes that the SNP (Scottish Nationalist Party) polled. Again, their 3,881,129 votes gave them just the one seat, whilst the SNP's 1,454,436 gave them 56. One wonders if this is an example of the kind of 'democracy' that the West has been so keen to impose on the rest of the planet in recent times. The 'first past the post' system employed in the UK seems to be a pretty random form of democracy at best.

In the end, the conservative with a 'small c' United Kingdom ended up with a Conservative with a 'big C' government, as is their usual wont in these islands. The only interruption in the last 36 years of Conservative rule came when the Labour Party essentially ditched any notion of being socialist and became instead a mirror image of the Conservatives. Basically, they out-toried the Tories. This seems to be just about the only way they have any chance of being elected in this somewhat insular country. Napoleon Bonaparte was perhaps displaying a fair degree of insight when he made the observation some two hundred years ago: “L'Angleterre est une nation de boutiquiers.”

One of the things I have not missed about the UK is the class warfare, although it seems to be a battle fought by just one side these days. The wealthy, and those many politicians who represent their interests, seem forever engaged in finding new ways to dis-empower the poor and make their plight ever more desperate. The poor, for their part, are just struggling to keep their heads above the ever rising tide. The word class is perhaps particularly apt in this context, given that many of our current crops of Tories, at least the influential ones, shared the same school, Eton. Some of these, notably Messrs. Cameron, Osborne and Johnson, went on to Oxford, joining the (in)famous Bullingdon Club and having a jolly spiffing time...

Oh well, as an old friend used to say, 'If things don't change, they will stay the same.' Or perhaps the Thai saying, 'same old, same old' is more applicable here.
Within a week or two, after the euphoria of victory, it will be back to the internecine in-fighting that the Tories specialise in. If things revert to the normal pattern that the Conservative Party loves to indulge in, there will be endless trench warfare within the party, factions within factions, particularly over the issue of Europe. One of the joys of travelling is leaving all this far behind.

Hopefully, within a week or two, I can set out once more for another part of the world and leave the rather dull, archaic and downright illogical machinations of the UK's political system to its own devices. There is some chance that I will be able to head off to Spain, perhaps Girona, Barcelona or Tarragona, in the very near future. If all goes well, I intend to spend at least a day or two in Madrid as well. Given the current state of the weather, and the current state of the politics here in the UK, the continuation of my travels cannot come too soon for this nomadic flaneur.