I used to love politics. What went wrong?

I used to love politics. I mean really love it. The cut and thrust of debate, the incredulity I felt when someone didn’t agree with my particular point of view, the battle of ideas. Oh the ideas! That was at the heart of it. Even when I was a teenager and, to be completely frank, some of the ideas my friends and I debated were both awful and probably quite offensive, it didn’t matter. We relished the conversation, we learnt from it and it inspired us all to a greater or lesser extent towards our future lives and achievements.

We were lucky. We grew up at a time of big ideas in politics. I was born 14 months before Margaret Thatcher was appointed Prime Minister. I remember the miners strike being called-off on my 7th birthday in 1985. In my first general election as a voter Tony Blair won in a landslide. It was a time when politics mattered – big issues being debated by towering figures – Heseltine, Williams, Benn, Healey, Owen, Major. Well OK, maybe not Major, but you get my drift.

What do today’s young people think of politics I wonder? If the 56% of 18-24 year olds who chose not to vote in 2010 are anything to go by – not much. And who can blame them?

We live in extraordinary times.

We are consuming resources faster than our planet can replenish them, whether it be energy or food, at the same time our choices mean we are slowly (but certainly) heating up our planet with potentially ruinous consequences.

Our National Health Service is creaking at the seams, unable to cope with the numbers of patients or the complexity of their conditions, whilst at the same time consuming ever more of GDP.

We have an education system that was designed for a different era, an era where conformity and facts ruled and competition for jobs came from amongst your classmates, not from a globally mobile labour force.

People are living longer, but still retiring broadly at the same age. What is more, they are having fewer children to support them.

The world is experiencing the highest levels of wealth inequality in human history. The richest 80 people on the planet have the same combined wealth as the bottom 3.5billion; by 2016 it is estimated the richest 1% will hold more wealth than the other 99%.

Oh, and we are still working our way through the most significant financial crisis of modern times.

Historically these kind of challenges would have thrown up leaders who could inspire and engage the public, working with them to generate the big ideas required to meet the challenges we face. But what do we have instead?

The environment and food security almost non-existent on the political agenda, as if only something to be discussed during the economic good-times.

A fight over the Health Service on who will cut the least, battles over a few thousand nurses and doctors, but no attempt to even begin the much more challenging and needed debate of what our future health service might look like and, crucially, how we will pay for it.

Squabbling over what books our children should or shouldn’t read, micro-managing teachers and ladening with debt those young people who want to better themselves (and society) through higher education whilst making no attempt to imagine the education system of the future – one that understands that children are individualss and puts creativity and the ability to find, process and apply knowledge above that of rote-learning and the repetition of facts.

Meanwhile, whilst working families struggle and the poor are increasingly demonised by politicians from all sides, doing anything that might impact on older people has become a political bete-noire. Pensions are triple-locked, the winter fuel-allowance and free-travel are given to all (tax-free) regardless of need.

Despite all the evidence that says inequality is bad, not just for the poorest in society but for everyone (if you haven’t already, the Spirit Level is a must read book), any attempt to redistribute that wealth, whether a mansion tax or any other form of wealth tax is derided as both communist and just too difficult. At the same time, any call for businesses to pay a living wage is immediately rejected as anti-business – as if somehow it should no-longer be a business’s responsibility to pay their workers enough to do simple things like heat their home or put food on their table. Instead the responsibility falls on other tax-payers who are, in effect, handing a multi-billion pound subsidy to businesses every year.

Despite all this, I will trudge to my local church come election day, put a cross next to the name of my local labour candidate, and post it in the ballot box. But I’ll do it because I have always voted and my parents have always voted – it is a sense of duty that I can’t quite shake rather than any enthusiasm for the agenda of any of the major parties. For those that say I could vote for another party, why would I? I live in a straight two-way marginal and, all things being equal, I’d rather Labour than Tory.

Our political system is fundamentally broken (as are many of our individual representatives) and currently there is little hope of it being fixed.

In most industries there are disrupters, start-ups and fringe businesses that challenge the business models of their larger competitors and ultimately shift the way business is done. Think of what Aldi and Lidl have done to the big-4 supermarkets, what the iPod did for the way we listen to music (and, in turn, how services like Spotify are reinventing it again), or what services like Twitter and Facebook have done for the way we consume news and other media.

Disrupters exist in politics too, The Green Party, The People’s Assembly, even UKIP (if that is the kind of thing you like) are all trying to disrupt the way we approach and do politics. The problem is the price of entry is just too high, even those who do make progress in the short-term tend to fall-back over time. Look at the SDP in the 1980’s and I am sure the same will happen with UKIP post 2015. This leaves us with a straight choice between the Tories and Labour and an inevitable focus on a few thousand voters in a few dozen swing-seats and with it a drive to the centre, small c conservatism and the status quo.

Until there is a fundamental overhaul of the political system, an end to first-past-the-post, an embracing of more direct and local democracy and a change in how politics is delivered (more equality, less pantomime performances for example), this is how it will continue. Year after year, election after election fewer and fewer will bother to trudge those few steps to the polling-station, preferring to stay away and make a silent protest of non-engagement.

And until politicians understand this who can blame those who choose to stay away?

#100HappyDays – Day 25: Look at the Sky

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I took this photo earlier looking up from just outside my front door. Clear blue sky! It has been a glorious day in London – more of a spring day than a winter one. As a result everyone I’ve met has been just a little more cheerful. I saw strangers on The Strand making eye contact, even allowing a small smile to appear on their faces!

Thank you sun and blue skies for making London a happier place.

 

#100HappyDays – Day24: Neighbours

This weekend has been taken up almost exclusively by spending time with different neighbours.

On Saturday afternoon we hosted a 6 nations get together for 20 (10 of which were under 6), before dumping the kids with babysitters and joining the rest of the adults for an amazing meal at Quantus. (Which is a gorgeous little restaurant on Devonshire Road in Chiswick, def. worth a try.)

Then today, after a quiet morning, we went for lunch at the house of the parents of one of Josh’s school-mates – again, there were about 20 of us there, over half of whom were children. It was the kind of relaxed, informal carnage you learn to enjoy as a parent, and topped off with a trip to the park. (See photo below).

Finally, we were booked in for afternoon tea at another set of neighbours, just across the road. A chilled and lovely way to finish off the weekend.

When we first moved to Chiswick we hoped it would become a long-term home – and that’s exactly what it’s proved to be. We are incredibly lucky to have made such a huge number of friends, some of which I already count as amongst our closest, and I look forward to many more weekends like this in the future.

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#100HappyDays – Day21: My MBA buddies

Apologies for not writing last night – at least one of the people in the photo below led me astray.

Last day of our Latest MBA module here in Loughborough, and I wanted to dedicate my happy day to all the new friends I’ve met as a result of being a part of this amazing course. They are smart, empathetic, funny, kind – everything you’d want from class-mates. I’m not sure I’d be able to do it without them, and I know it wouldn’t be even half as enjoyable.

Thanks everyone.

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#100HappyDays – Day 19: Walking and listening to 90’s britpop

One of the things about being in Loughborough as a part-time postgrad is that generally you are staying in a hotel in town – which is a long way from the far-end of campus, where my lectures are. So, every morning and most evenings, I set out on the 40minute walk to and from class.

If you know me, then you’ll know I’m not much of a walker – preferring the relative comfort and speed of Vespas, Cars or Taxis, but the one joy of it is that I get to listen to music whilst I travel. Music is one of those things that has too often passed me by in life. Don’t get me wrong, I love music – it is just I haven’t found the time to really invest in it. Which probably explains why I am still stuck in the 90’s and Britpop.

This morning (yesterday morning now, as I forgot to post this last night), I was wandering through campus listening to Going for Gold by Shed Seven, and it made me smile. Have a listen below, see if it does the same for you.