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Wednesday, 26 December 2012

Elitist, Steampunk UK.

If there is anything that screams, "THE UK POLITICAL SYSTEM IS BACKWARD..!" it is this years Jubillee.

BBC News 24 as I write is devoting another whole programme devoted to coverage of the many years the Queen has claimed huge benefits, multiple free houses, avoided tax and has promoted a racist inbred nepotism as an ideal for life.

I'm watching this programme in order to ensure I become as immune to Royal witchery as Martin McGuiness. He touched her and was still able to say, "I'm still a republican."  Likewise Danny Boyle, who MUST be this years top republican. Can we give him a citizens award?

Dear BBC. Please repeat "its a royal knockout. Please." And keep showing those rich, braided idiots standing in their rain swept boat, pointlessly jigging up and down to Captain Pugwash music. Two great adverts for the pointlessness of the existence of the house of cards at the end of the Mall.

Captain Pugwash... Photo from HERE
I have to admit, the Royal boating thing during the summer HAS to be the most pointless, nationally embarrassing thing since the M7.

"One feels an idiot!"

"Stop saying that, Kate!"
And todays headlines are... Rich bastards annoyed they cant rip a wild animal apart and rub the blood on their sons and daughters faces.

The fact is we the people have allowed this Etonianism of our society. The workers and unemployed are on their knees and with every union jack teeshirt sold, we have ensured austerity gets worse for us and life gets more and more feathered for the 1%.

Really - Why have we allowed this return to elitist,austerity UK?

Victorian times WERE a time when children died in the streets begging. When "The Little Match Girl" was written, it was written because the tragedy of whole families living on the streets was commonplace. Why go back? It says something that the only critique of austerity Britain on our media has been almost hidden in the world of the Christmas Doctor Who.

Watch how they and their causes are pushed to the top of the news agenda while poverty, rising prices,the NHS, attacks on education, the disabled, the old etc are hidden.
"Rich bastards annoyed they cant rip a wild animal apart and rub the blood on their sons and daughters faces."
Picture from HERE

The focus on the elites precious, vicious and illuminating Fox hunting is another diversion from the real misery of Cameron, Clegg, Jo Swinson, Osborne and Queen Elizabeth, William and Kate's UK.

The elite have ensured the education system, and even the set up of our mass media means we can't in at least the medium term, return to a time when working class voices and views are prevalent as they were in the sixties, seventies and even the eighties on our televisions and in our newspapers. Instead we have the mocking voices of faux cockney telling us what they think working class people think.

Even the tory Andrew Neill laments the lack of working class views (even though the only views he wants to hear are his). Though his want to return to a grammar school system misses the point, it did bring us people like Michael Parkinson and Melvyn Bragg who then championed working class voices and art.

Who do we have nowadays? 

To work in the media, you must be able to afford to work for nothing in order to cut your teeth. You must have money behind you in order to be an intern. The same goes for politics. To rise through the elite controlled main parties you must be "one of them." You must have been able to make the same social connections open to those who go to private school, Eton and the Bullingdon Club.

We can't.

So we must build our own networks. We must find ways to encourage working class children and young people to help in the intellectual fight and  struggle for our worlds resources.

Only we can rid ourselves from these leeches.

Monday, 24 December 2012

A Schedule of Shit….

Guest post by Matt Geraghy

Matt Geraghty accosted by a fan.

It is with an air of sadness that I approach the Christmas TV schedule.  The sadness of expectation borne upon a tide of past experience.  

A lifetimes experience of disappointment, delivered, hand over fist, year on year.  Disappointment conveyed with a methodical concussive force.

Does it have to be this way?

If Christmas is a time of joyful expectation – why is it that what I expect is disappointment.  And why am I never failed?

Disappointment with all the trimmings.  

A schedule to leave you weary of eye and slurred of thought. 

When conversation hits a lull I want a pick-me-up.  Television to enliven and galvanize.  Not fodder heavy as porridge (the pudding not the programme.  Though rest assured the programme will be close to hand).

Each year the powers that be serve up a schedule of TV so threadbare as to be virtually transparent.  For how long can they continue to shovel this mass of shit our way?

Forever apparently.

How many times can the Two Ronnies, or Morecambe and Wise be disinterred?  Given the length of time since the original airings you would think it would be the greatest comeback since Lazarus. 

Morecambe and Wise - not this pair of dead comedians again?

If it weren’t for the fact that they reappeared with such regularity.  Sucking the life from a festival so corrupted, it may work part time in Investment Banking.  Or politics.  Or the police. 

The Two Ronnies sing one of their hilarious ditties in drag... AGAIN..!
It should be renamed Consumermas – a time to celebrate the family buying experience.  With everyone gathered round the 52 inch, 3D television.  Sated by their TV dinner and indulging in a family ‘live buying’ session, on some sales channel, before flicking over to watch the 24/7 feed of ‘Britain’s Best Adverts’. 

And cheering wildly at every product ever purchased from the list.  With the winner chaired around the front room on the family commode.  Whilst expelling the seasonal log.

We should slay this festival.  Club it to death.  Along with all the greed and stress it produces.

Perhaps instead we should celebrate the coming of the light, with a mid-winter celebration at which the only presents to be exchanged are those made by yourself.  Or maybe the only gift is your presence.

In fact let us call it exchanging presence. 

Where over a jointly made meal we unwrap each other’s presence, through conversation, food and fun.

And as for the TV?  Leave it to sleep until the spring.

The Queen's Message

The Queen on December 25th 2012 praised our disabled Olympian athletes, yet she personifies the cuts and attacks our social system has administered on the disabled, old, poor, working and old.  She is the ultra tory.  She is the person Jo Swinson, Nick Clegg and David Cameron look to as the pinnacle of a society they want to encourage.

Queen Elizabeth the Second, the head of state of the 21st Century United Kingdom pays someone to wear her shoes to break them in.   “Amazing” and “Awesome,”  Said the Huff Post.  “Ultra Amaze,” said Heat magazine  
Shocking says me.

This is the woman all of those adoring people lined the wind and rain swept Thames to wave flags at.  The woman who gives a wave and hails the Olympians and everyone says, “how nice.”

People wonder at her mystery – what kind of woman is behind the banal celebrity line-up handshake comments?

I have told a few people about the Queens shoe breaker inner.  I have also told people about the people who dress Prince Charles and the other helpless Royals, from pulling on their underwear to tying their shoes.  And people fall into two camps.  One camp is the , “Wow, how luxurious!” and the other camp is incredulous.

Personally I think it says a lot about our social crisis – the inequality and poverty and violence that permeates the Western world.  It exposes the lie of “everyone is born equal with the same chances in life,” and it helps perpetuate slavery, exploitation, poverty and the latest dreadful lie of the deserving and undeserving poor.

A few years ago I was in Cuba.  We stayed in a resort, served meals and drinks by Professors and other highly educated people.  I noticed a real clash between our “culture” and theirs in the interactions between the tourists and the hotel workers.

The tourists saw their role as one of being pandered to.  They had worked hard all year for this two week luxury.  This was their chance to be queens and kings.  This meant that those in service to this should pander to their every whim.  The service workers should go out of their way to ensure they had all they need and discomfort should be completely eliminated from their lives in the two weeks of superiority they had worked for and bought.

The Cuban workers, however, were doing a job.  They were doing it in the best way they could.  With the dignity their social system ingrained in their spirit.  They were trained in all of the skills to deliver the work, but their attitude was one of, “I work, I ensure your needs are met as best I can, but I am equal to you.” 

This caused clashes. The first roots of the clash come between the worker and the hotel owner (the hotels are owned by capitalist companies).  In a socialist run restaurant or bar, there will be perhaps (as we saw outside of the tourist zones) more workers than needed - but this meant that no-one was under pressure, and everyone’s needs were met and no-one lost dignity. 

In a capitalist run restaurant or café or bar, the minimum amount of staff are put in place in order to maximise takings. 

At peak times in the capitalist run Cuban resort hotel, as in any hotel or café or bar in the West, staff were under pressure.  And this meant the customer became frustrated and some took it out on the staff.

The difference in how staff in hotels/bars/cafes  I have worked in in the West handle this pressure, and the Cuban workers who KNOW that all are equal around them, is that the Cuban worker bit back when barked at.  And quite rightly so.

I witnessed a barman who had been working up a sweat in trying to keep up with the demand for free mojitos and daiquiris, get frustrated at the impatience of the Canadian and British customers.  He threw a mojito into the sink behind the bar, plastic cup and all, and walked away, his bar manager going after him to calm and comfort him (a very different reaction to most managers I know when a worker expresses the pressure they feel).  A Spanish speaker told me the man was upset at how the tourists were treating him as a robot and said that, “these people are mean!” or words to that effect. 

Contrast this with the laid back atmosphere in an off campus Cuban run bar in town later that evening, when the lively crowd - of mostly Cubans laughed and chatted and waited patiently while drinks were poured and meaningful interactions took place between customer and bar-person – on an equal footing.  Dignity and respect in work.  And I could see why someone might choose to want to be a barman in such an atmosphere.  This was never the experience I had as a service worker in Ireland, Scotland or England.

How does this relate to our Queen and her shoes? 

Well in two ways.  One, the strange reaction of people when I told them about the Queen's precious feet and how they were protected, when they said, “Oh how the other half live,” and “what would it like to be rich?” - as if this having others in servitude was something to aspire to.  An acceptable way for someone to have lived all of their lives.  An acceptance of the inequity and of the exploitation.  

Our society teaches us to aspire to having people serve us.  Others lower in the scale of worthiness; in the hierarchy; in the class system; less socially mobile… take the pain.  They pay proportionately more tax, live without; struggle for time, resources and shelter. But, our society and our political system tells us, this is quite rightly so.  If you can afford for someone to clean your shoes, massage your shoulders, fight your wars for corporate control of other countries resources and give their bodies for your sexual pleasure, why shouldn't you take? You've worked hard for it.  They haven’t.

Get my point yet?

In my opinion, having someone break in her shoes says more about the character of the Queen and of our unequal and violent society than almost anything else I can think of.  This lovely, grey haired, waving old woman has, all of her life, thought it appropriate for a poorer person to take the pain of the tight new shoes.  She believes her feet are so much more valuable than her minions and they should not blister, nor bleed, but a plebs bleeding feet is an acceptable sacrifice to their social better.  This is a social norm to our head of state.  

The Queen personifies our cruel, impoverishing, undignified social system. If the established church's God insists on "saving her" even though she intrinsically believes others should be tortured by the pain of her tight shoes; if the country believes her position of having minions deal with her every whim is an acceptable price for her existence then church, state and country are complicit in every old persons death this cold winter, every disabled persons poverty, every soldiers death and every exploited man, woman and child.  

Saturday, 22 December 2012

Secret Santa

We had or secret santa in work yesterday. When I buy stuff, I try really hard to find out what the person likes and dislikes so I can buy something worthwhile. I think I did that ok.

Usually, as the only male teacher in the school, I get something forgettable, something stereotypically male or general. This year I was really amazed. I got a book and a tartan scarf.

The tartan is close to Scott tartan and the book is one I had borrowed from a friend and not yet started. I dont know how this was done because my work life and personal life are so separate. But anyway, thanks Secret Santa for being so thoughtful!

Friday, 21 December 2012

The Swinson List

In my capacity as SSP Campsie Branch Organiser, I replied to MP Jo Swinson's request for information on shops I will be avoiding this Christmas.


Thursday, 20 December 2012

Dump that friend to the right of you...

Dunblane letter

I wrote this to a friend from my time in Dunblane  - we were conversing on Facebook after he had read this piece I wrote on the tenth anniversary of the massacre in the local school thedrink.blog.com/2006/03/13/ten-years-ago-today/.  I've taken out names.  I wanted to place this here as I feel over time, the fragments of my memory of this time should be brought together.

Hi (Friend's name)

I really appreciated your message.  I often think of (child who was shot in Dunblane Massacre and survived) – I met her one day with (another friend) in a wee café in Dunblane a few weeks after the murders.  It was a meeting that really effected me.  It is brilliant to know she is happy – she was a really positive wee girl back then.  I remember her telling me that she had met Henrik Larrson and the Celtic team.  She had her Celtic scarf and top on. 

I apologise for the self indulgence of this message in advance, but lots of things have been going over in my mind in the past few days.  

Memories of Dunblane.

My time in Dunblane had a huge effect on me – even though it was a short time.  I worked in the hotel for a year from around September 1995– and lived in LC from December 1995 to August 1996.

It’s a hard one to talk about to people.  I sometimes feel I have an obligation to speak about certain things, like some of the things I witnessed in Northern Ireland and of the horrible events in Dunblane.  I don’t know what this compulsion is – but it happens on anniversaries of these events or when similar tragedies happen.  I suppose I just sometimes need an outlet or I want people to understand something about the realities of these things.  But few people either understand, or want to hear.

Writing about them is my outlet.

Our whole friendship circle at the time was an odd one – though to me a very precious one – intense, wonderful friendships that all seemed to end abruptly.  A time in parenthesis.  And one that bears thinking about and writing about in it’s entirety sometime. 

I look back at us all and think about our stories.  We were all quite “frivolous” on the outside, but all with depths none of us wanted to express or share.  All of us were kind of in hiding.  Damaged in some way (is that fair?) I know this is of no relevance to the horrible events, but I think those events perhaps changed all of us in ways we perhaps won’t fully understand.  I know that the events of 1996 – what happened in the school, my meeting you, (list of friends) and the others and then a family tragedy, pushed me towards the life I have now.  My “escaping” life – running from it – stopped. 

I remember what happened in Dunblane every year.  I am not religious, but I do think of those children and their teacher.  Every one of them a tragic wee story.  A wasted, beautiful life.  It is more than I can sometimes bear to remember some of the stories from that day and over the following few weeks.

I have been back to Dunblane a couple of times, but find it a difficult place to be.  I have never visited the memorials or the graves, though I always feel I should.  I think the short time I spent there must have been some of the happiest – perhaps though over-induced by chemicals- and some of the saddest times I have had.  But definitely a time that will stay with me forever.

I hear what you are saying about the conduct of the press.  At the time, I was absolutely disgusted at the behaviour of the press and the media in general.  I nearly hit a journalist one night. 

I remember this particular journalist had been arrested for trying to take pictures at the funeral of the teacher.  He had also spent his time complaining about service in the hotel and, if I remember rightly, had upset (a friend who was a waiter ) in the cocktail bar.
When he was checking out, I started the computer night audit, which meant he would have to wait for about 20 minutes for a printed bill.  He came with a list of complaints and added this wait on to the end.  The night manager, not (the usual night manager), but a “stand in”  - I can’t remember his name – was afraid to serve him.   I was only too glad to.  He read his list to me, and I remember standing listening, trying to control my temper.  I remember him telling me he had been in warzones all over the world and service had never been so bad.  I let rip.  I told him he was not in a warzone, but a small village in Scotland where a mad man had shot a class or five and six year olds along with their teacher.  I told him everyone in the hotel had some connection to people who were effected.  I told him what I thought of him and his complaints and how he should feel privileged that these people had continued to serve him even after his nastiness.  I remember he then challenged me by saying, “If what you are saying is true, then rip up that list of complaints.”  I did, in front of his face.  After he left, I remember the coward of a night manager said to me, “you were a bit close to the knuckle there, Neil.”  I was really angry with him, but said nothing.  I wrote an article for my local paper after that about the murders and also about how the press treated the people in the village.

My time in Dunblane was on many levels much more of a learning experience – and valuable in every way, than my time in Stirling University.

Monday, 17 December 2012

Never again.

This Government with the help of the snivelling quisling Liberal Democrats such as our local Jo Swinson, and a readily onside media have actually done more harm to democracy, equality and shared wealth than any other Government in modern UK history including Thatcher.

I have no doubt I will vote Yes for Scottish independence. For the sake of our children and future generations.

We should never ever hand power over to a rich elite ever again.

Unionism for dummies

Sunday, 16 December 2012

The Walmart Militias

Well the flags that the gun lobby wrap themselves in are at half mast.

So that’s all right then.

America. You have a top down hierarchical society that has been conditioned by those at the top to believe the best way to deal with those who you don’t get on with is to gun them down.  A society totally controlled by corporations that tell you that freedom is their right to profit out of poverty, misery and death. 

Profit boosting collateral from Pakistan/Afghanistan/Iraq/Libya/Newtown/Dunblane.

The message that guns are good (which is the message the American Govt and the pro gun lobby promote with their billions of pounds of media access) and that people can unquestioningly wipe other people out as collateral, added to capitalist alienation is not a good mix. 

Murdoch has tweeted his distaste for American gun culture.  Let’s see how NRA loving Fox News plays it in the coming weeks.

Capitalism needs kicked out, but that isn’t going to happen soon - so alienation in the foremost, unequal , bleakly and starkly capitalist nation is only going to become deeper. This isn’t defeatism. Socialism is a long term project. I see few seeds or spark of revolution within  the US nor the newly emerging international capitalist states, at least in the short to medium term.

To ensure the safety of children in schools, YOUR society needs to adopt a reform.  

In our capitalist sticking plaster world, guns need to be controlled. Even the Irish paramilitaries acknowledge that. Those who once believed in the democratising handing out of weaponry amongst a “politicised” population took the step of “decommissioning” their weapons.  And Americans supported this; even those who had previously supported the Republican/ Socialist republican armed groups.  Yet some of the same people seem to feel that relying on Walmart and big corporations to hand out AK47’s  is ok.

As Michael Moore pointed out, in China the other day, a man ran amok in a classroom with a knife resulting in NO fatalities. We aren’t going to stop people with mental illness or symptoms of isolation/alienation from doing horrible things. But shouldn’t we as a society control their access to mass murder machines?

Whose freedom will that curtail?

The Drink...

Back in 2006, I went off the drink for a year.  I wrote a blog about it - the first entry is HERE

I had kind of forgotten about my old blog until tonight when I read a post about the terrible murders of school children in Connecticut a couple of days ago.  It brought back memories of when I lived in Dunblane, and I went searching for some of my writing.  I wrote a few pieces on my experiences there for the Banbridge Chronicle at the time, but also wrote this on the tenth anniversary in 2006.

This then led me to read a lot of the other entries, some of which I laughed out loud at, some of which were absolutely mince, and some of which were pieces of writing I am still proud of.

The cool thing about reading this blog, besides reading about my Grandad as if he was here again and also reading about my son pre-Kevin and Perry stage, was the fact I am off the drink again.  There are parallels of my present in my past... if that can be so...

I haven't had a unit of alcohol for two months (well, eight weeks this coming Wednesday!)  One thing I am happy about is the fact I am determined to be off booze for good.  I WILL drink again, but only on very special occasions.  The other great thing about reading the old blog are the entries that tell of my craving.  I don't have and havent had a craving for alcohol in the past two months.

I remember the year I gave up - I had become quite a heavy drinker.  In fact that summer I know I had not had an evening during the school holidays in which I didn't have at least four cans of strong lager, and on other occasions including the day that made me finally feel I should give up, I had much much more.  Ironically it was an inaugural meeting of a pro-Scottish independence group I was part of that was the final straw.  I had drank a LOT of Stella Artois that day and the hangover lasted three days - at least the effects the session had on my body lasted at least that amount of time.  It was also the summer of the G8 in Scotland and I drank a lot at the different demos (I remember having the worlds worse hangover at the big "Make Poverty History" event in Edinburgh.  There are pics of me lying in the sun trying to sleep it off).

This time, I am not ending my relationship with booze over concern for how much I had been drinking.  I wasn't really drinking that heavily.  I just feel it is time in my life to let go of something that has been fun, and dangerous, and liberating, and unhealthy, and defining, and cold and fizzy and thick and red and depressing and painful and sorrowful and rapturous.

Time to accept me as me at all times.  And for others to do the same, I suppose.

Sorry.  I'll be boring.

Saturday, 15 December 2012

Tax efficiency

Just a thought.

As a concerned tax payer...

How efficient are the services we pay for?

Per child educated to read, what is the cost?

Per impoverished job-seeker, how mich does feeding and clothing them cost?

Per disabled citizen, how much does enabling them cost?

Per individual treated in the NHS what is the average cost?

And if guns, missiles, tanks, nukes, gunboats and aircraft carriers are built to kill, how much money is spent per person killed?

Taxpayers alliance?

Thursday, 13 December 2012

The Bridge

Acting Strange Theatre Co have published their latest adaptation of one if my short stories...

"Is a life defined by football colours? The Erskine Bridge is the starting point for this drama about two people who fall in love despite the difficulties inner city life throw at them. Starring Andi Rossetter and Beth Frieden. Edited by Neil Anderson. Written by Neil Scott."


Monday, 10 December 2012

Scapegoating the fragile...

The lowest, poorest worker is always under pressure. Always. Especially in a system in which they have no rights and no representation. Mistakes and wrong decisions fall on the heads of the lowest in the hierarchy.

Scapegoats. -They are never the rich and powerful. If the rich and powerful are caught out, in the way Murdoch has been, blame is quickly passed down the chain and PR people kick in. Watch how deflection after deflection keeps Murdoch's name away from any fall out from Leveson. Witness Jeremy Hunt. And watch how Blair with his powerful backers (those who make massive profits from death and mayhem) dances through the accusations of war crimes.

What pressures drove Jacintha Saldanha to suicide? Perhaps an unequal power balance pre and post the Royal baby hospital prank? I have no idea what her salary was, but at a guess, she was not on the salary of Amanda Platell or the other Daily Mail journalists who villified the low paid, overworked frontline life or death decision makers in the royal baby hospital. At a guess, her every day work, when it was going right, was full of pressure, and just guessing here- by the fact that when the receptionist was on her lunch, Jacintha had to answer the phone, she was over worked.

For what bonus?

Again, an "educated guess," I imagine Jacintha's reward besides her low pay, for her long hours and diligence, was putting food on her children's table and paying her bills.

Platell and the other powerful well payed detractors reward for vilifying low paid workers in the front line? The self satisfaction that they have made someone feel bad? That they have made thousands of pounds for shiting out unthinking, scapegoating words. And the gratification that their unthinking, hateful words are read and sucked in by sagely nodding unthinking Tory voters.

Not so much of "survival of the fittest," but more hunting down and gory murder of the weakest and most vulnerable.

And as for the rest of the press- no mention of Leveson during this dreadful scandal. No mention of power imbalance. Just more scapegoating.

Which devastated, crushed, DJ will fall first? Do well paid Platell and the billionaire backed Daily Mail really give a fuck?

Friday, 7 December 2012

Acting Strange Podcast

My short Story has been podcast by Acting Strange Theatre Co

Set in Troubles torn Northern Ireland in the late 1970's, Grainne's soldier tells the story of a young girl caught up in a terrorist blast...

Grainne is played by Anthea Irwin
Written by Neil Scott
Edited by Neil Anderson


Monday, 3 December 2012

Your having a baby...

Awww... It'll keep our minds off the grinding poverty and the Cameron /Clegg government giving payouts to their rich friends while taxing the hilt out of the rest of us.

It'll keep the homeless warm and the pensioners won't need to pay extortionate heating bills as Kate and Willy are having a bairn (or at least it wont feel like they are expensive as we coo and smile).

We won't worry that food prices are crippling and the disabled and infirm are being forced into working for free.

It wont matter that the crooks who stole our NHS and are bleeding our young people of a future walk around free with pockets lined. It'll be wrapped in the Christening cloth of the Queen Mum.


Yep. Thanks.

Sunday, 2 December 2012

The 4th Estate we never had.

The "conventional media" is no longer the 4th estate. Pre Leveson and post, the establishment of rich people with vested interests in print media, satellite tv and some online "news" outlets attack dailly what has become the real fourth estate- our social media.

Over the years, and certainly more obvious today, we see the mainstream media constantly "report" what the establishment want us to read. Recent enquiries like the Bloody Sunday enquiry and the Hillsborough enquiry and the calls for enquiries into various aspects of the Miners Strike have highlighted the real lack of an independent voice reporting on reality. Instead they have reported what the authorities tell them to.

The establishment have learned through human tragedy, murder, Government defeats etc PR disasters like Vietnam, the Chavez coup, scandals etc that the fourth estate must be controlled and not be allowed to be free. Edward Bernays, back in the 1920s, wrote his book, Propaganda,  that has become the bible of an establishment who want to control democracy through its press and how it influences public opinion.

The UK establishment are very good at this kind if stymeing of the press and have ensured that little of the reporting in the mainstream media strays from their line. This has been true in Northern Ireland, during the Falklands and right through to the embedded journalists reporting the great victories in Iraq and Afghanistan. Journalists who stray are always in danger of either never getting access to stories, or worse, becoming victims of "friendly fire" in theatres of war.

Shami Chakrabatti has said that if the Leveson report is implimented this will be an infringement of our human rights and will mean our press is no longer free. I would say our press needs an overhall from the top down before it can be said to be free. A press reliant on advertising cant be free, and the fact that huge corporations like Coca Cola or Nestle who infringe human rights dailly around the world are rarely confronted by our print media is testament to that. The dreadful reporting of the private take over of the English NHS by huge world wide corporations has hardly used up a typewriter ribbon across our range of media. The fact that the percentage of doctors and NHS workers etc who are against the profit making NHS plans of the Government and its billionaire friends is in the mid eighty percent is not reflected by the the broadcast media. They seem to be able to find doctor friends of Lansley and Hunt for every report, which ensures a lopsided media bias. And alternative voices -some very prominent- calling for solutions outside the conservative austerity plans are rarely heard. And the fact that 99.5% of all scientific research papers show that global warming is a fact and our current weather "difficulties" are a direct result of our use of carbon fuels etc is always cast into doubt when someone with a vested interest in us buying more and more expensive gas, coal and oil generated heating and electricity is wheeled out by the "free press" to make the strange comment that "nothing has been proved."

I would argue that this biased press reporting goes back a long way, but intensified when the staying voice of the journalist and print unions were smashed by Lonrho and Murdoch with the help of the Thatcherite Government in the eighties. The print unions regularly regulated reporting of the working class by refusing to carry derogatory stories that unfairly attacked the working class and their institutions.

This is definately not the case nowadays with the demonisation of the working class and the divisions the right wing press have created in the "types" of poor we now have.

Social media is casting light constantly on people dying after ATOS decisions to send them back to work regardless of their obvious illness or disability. The print media and our broadcast media have lapped up the new Tory words for those in need. During the Thatcher years, the Tories coined the phrase "underclass." We now have the new vermin, the "undeserving poor," a term I have yet to see a journalist challenge in the 60% of the "free media" that one, right wing billionaire, Rupert Murdoch, controls.

The recent battles over the BBC have split the left. Some, like me, have argued it needs to be separated from Government, be less of a British propaganda machine, but still independent of advertisers. Others say it should be broken up ( and sold off chunk by chunk to the wonderful Mr Branson or Murdoch?). The BBC needs reformed, as does the rest of the ownership and control of our media.

Social media, a new and very strong organ of the fourth estate, should be protected.

Lord McAlpine, the wronged multi-millionaire is currently doing what the establishment have tried to do for the past few years, stamp on the world wide conversation twitter allows. False allegations of McAlpine being involved in child abuse have been made on the internet for many years, and he has never tried to sue those making these allegations. Recent events have, it seems, smashed all of these allegations, yet it is rumoured ( and rumour is a powerful weapon!) that McAlpine will find a way to sue thousands of people who tweeted or RT'd his name on the lead up to the police admitting a mistake (the fact it was the police's mistake seems to have been wiped from the collective memory. The hounding by the tabloids of the abused man who was the patsy in all of this has been every bit as bad as anything reported by many to Leveson). I doubt that McAlpine will get much more money from twitterers. Those who have handed over cash did so in haste and fear of their jobs in the hysteria that was built up by the Mail, Express and Sun, in my opinion. All whose billionaire owners and shareholders, I may add, would profit from a BBC breakup attacked the BBC as a corporation over the newsnight aspect, but personalised the Schofield incident rather than attack the corporate ITV network.

In a proper democratic free press, social media would compliment journalism that is frank and truthful. Reports that capture the public imagination and strike a chord are tweeted across the world. Words written for a small UK readership, quite often reach across the world. A press that does not seek to profit from this, nor fear real freedom of reportage and loss of sponsorship should not fear this- but should welcome it. Human rights should be implimented before cries of "lets protect them" are made. We do not have a free press, therefore at present it does not need protected- it needs re-thought and it needs to reflect and be part of the information superhighway we live with now rather than make the pretence we live in the days of Woodward and Bernstein, which in my opinion, we never did- the story they broke was one that was fed to them- in my opinion the real investigative and brave John Pilgers of that time are the real heroes!