Diary Entry.

 Italy has fallen to the fascists. Liz Truss, the fourth Tory Prime Minister in six years, is getting votes of no confidence already, less than a month after being handed that position. An ideologue, she is stubbornly sticking with the notion that trickle-down economics is a thing. And, of course, it is a thing, a terrible thing that has never worked and never will. The reason people get rich is because the rich people don't allow for leaks. They are fucking water-tight. A billionaire, a man with more money than he could possibly spend in his lifetime (a billion is a lot more than you think) is a billionaire because he didn't write a lot of cheques. Kwasi Kwarteng, fresh from giggling his way through the Queen's funeral (no, but we should be hounding TV presenters who jumped a queue doing their jobs...) has elected to not tax the rich, hoping they're great guys and they'll stay in the country doing business here and giving everyone jobs. They immediately began shorting the pound, driving it to its lowest value against the dollar in my lifetime. A quid is basically worth a buck now. An unexpected bonus of twelve years of Tory rule. You can't trust Labour on money. 

Kwarteng's "fiscal event" seems to be even worse for the economy - in the short term - than Brexit was. Ballsy opening gambit. I really don't want to see how he follows this up. 

Elsewhere, Rees Mogg who now has an actual role in government despite looking like an Edward Gorey drawing, and behaving like Billy Bunter with his stomach stapled, has used the noise and solemnity of the Queen's funeral to re-introduce fracking. They're cartoon baddies, aren't they, the Tories? Like the DUP they are spoilers and wreckers. What's a nice thing? The countryside, eh? Right, we're going to tunnel into it, taint the water table and cause earthquakes. Fuck your countryside. But renewable energy is cheaper than fracking. Fuck your countryside - we need to show shit being dragged out of the earth to thick old cunts who think solar and wind farms are "woke". Will it make any difference to people's spiraling energy bills this winter? Not a jot. Not an iota. Nary a whiff of a sliver of help. You're on your own. 

STOP VOTING FOR THEM. 

Miserable day. But the triple whammy of Having a Party by Lee Scratch Perry, Percolator by Stereolab and La Serenissima by Rondo Veneziano has just improved my mood considerably. The joy of music, the wonder of impeccable taste. 

I'm so lucky to be me.