When we leave the EU, the Government should focus on the House of Lords, says FERGUS KELLY
Once this country finally leaves the EU, perhaps the Government could turn its attention to that unelected, anti-democratic body, the House of Lords.
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Its votes over the past week, especially its demand that steps be taken to negotiate a new customs union with the EU, were an explicit demonstration of peers’ intention to derail Brexit, and a very pointed two-fingered salute at Leave voters.
The Lords are the ermine- trimmed Remain establishment, in the vanguard of the movement I dubbed last week, Look What You Stupid People Have Done now.
Its chamber is a retirement home for either time-servers or those kicked out by the voters.
The same sort of people who could once have relied on being appointed a European Commissioner in return for being rejected at the ballot box.
Ever since Blair kicked out the vast majority of the hereditary peers at the end of the last century, there has been all manner of reform proposals, from making it elected (which would put it on a direct collision course with the commons) to slashing its size.
In the meantime instead, the place has filled to bursting with the sort of dross you wouldn’t draw your curtains to watch speak in your back garden.
The House of Commons can reflect the voters’ will more directly than it has been able to in decades post-Brexit.
And it will no longer need the chamber of waxworks down the corridor.
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Yes, we did look like that
Nena the German who warbled about 99 Red Balloons while exhibiting a tufty pair of unshaven armpits?
Check.
Curt Smith,from Tears For Fears sporting tragic early-1980s hair (I say this as someone whose own style was not dissimilar, save for the rat-tails down the back)?
Check.
Girls in the audience dancing in white stilettos with frilly ankle socks? Check.
And David Bowie still at No 1 with Let’s Dance, someone who I then regarded as an elder statesman, though I’ve since calculated he was only 36 at the time?
Check. Yes, it’s Top Of The Pops 1983, which thanks to the invariably excellent BBC Four, remains one of my viewing joys of the week.
My 20-year-old son often enjoys casting his eye over the re-runs when he’s here too, though not for the same reasons.
Instead he takes pleasure in expressing disbelief that anyone can have chosen to look like that.
Well, yes we did.
And, more to the point, you’re going to experience exactly the same sense of incredulity when you look back on TOTP’s contemporary equivalents in about 30 years’ time.
Why else do you think I watch it?
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I’ve never had particularly strong feelings one way or the other about Charles and Camilla.
Despite the extraordinary circumstances leading up to their marriage, it’s not as if two divorced people have never remarried before, and I fail to understand why she won’t be Queen if and when he becomes King. But, if the idea of co-operating with the ITV documentary about Camilla this week was to improve her image, I’d say it was a success.
She came over as likeable, thoughtful and unfussy.
And, given that Charles’s tendency to sound off on issues could prove more contentious once he’s on the throne, she might end up winning a few more admirers for being the commonsense counterweight he will require.
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More like Consternation Street...
Criticising the increasingly violent storylines in Coronation street, Paul O’Grady says: “it was about working class life in a little street but now it’s like Syria.”
I suspect more than a few former fans share his disquiet and not just on that score.
All the soaps seem to have gone down the dreary issue-driven plot route to fill the ever expanding number of episodes per week they now pump out.
But it’s a particular shame to see what Corrie has become.
Its new masters have consigned the poignant characters and gentle humour of its heyday to history in favour of cudgelling viewers with storylines of rape, addiction, and a murder rate more usually associated with New York (sorry, London these days).
And to those worthies who retort that it’s just reflecting real life, the street’s Steve McDonald is just about to get married for the seventh time – which puts him two ahead of five-times wed Gail across the cobbles.