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Happy New Year


Here’s to hoping 2026 is full of more kindness, empathy, and positive change than 2025 ever managed.

Yeah. A likely fucking story. Fuck this shit.

The Labour government in the UK has been a betrayal — yes, even accounting for media bias and the usual right-wing bullshit. With a mandate that large (even if not proportionally representative), they could have done so much better. Instead, we get this hollow, managerial nothingness. So what the hell has happened to Labour? What’s happened to democracy? To the right to protest? To freedom of speech? To simply being a decent human being?

I went for a brief walk around the local church graveyard today, on my way back from the doctors — I’ve succumbed to the traditional Christmas viral cold / bronchitis combo. The gift that keeps on fucking giving.

I love Yew trees (Taxus baccata). The berries are magnificent right now — just don’t eat them. If you do, spit out the kernels very quickly, or you’ll get very sick. Possibly dead. Nature doesn’t fuck about.

There are several Yews around Salhouse Church. I often wonder whether they were there before the main church was built in the 14th century. The site certainly has older origins. Maybe it was sacred long before Christianity turned up — first to the Norse who occupied East Anglia, before them the Saxons, before them the Celts, and before that the people who left those astonishing footprints on the Norfolk coast nearly a million years ago.

Who knows what kind of religion or leadership that hominid family followed. Hopefully not the same patriarchal bullshit we’re still trapped in today.

The Yews got me thinking about rebirth as the year turns. About how they grow — sending out looping branches that strike the ground, take root, and become new trees. That process repeats over centuries, meaning that over thousands of years Yews effectively walk across the landscape, if left alone. They’re said to have walked across from America when the continents were joined. Allegedly that’s where Tolkien got the idea for Ents (thanks, Bushcraft instructor Phil – check out https://www.philbrookelongbows.co.uk/).

That ties neatly to my personal motto: Keep On Keeping On.
Be like a Yew.

We have to keep trying to make things better — not just for younger generations, who are utterly screwed as things stand, but for ourselves too. And for the climate. And for other animals, plants, birds, sea life.

What’s happening to the oceans right now is devastating: coral reefs dying, overfishing continuing, grotesque bycatch, ghost nets trapping, suffocating, killing. It’s heart-breaking.

So yes — we need to fight. Non-violently, but relentlessly. Fight for everything:

Fight the far right and hateful extremism in all its poisonous forms.

Fight the oil and gas companies making obscene profits at the expense of climate stability, nature, and human lives.

Fight corrupt governments and politicians who lie, profiteer, and mostly serve themselves. There are notable exceptions — but our own government, and much of UK politics, seems firmly lodged in the corrupt category rather than the redeemable one.

Fight media companies run by billionaire owners desperate to preserve the status quo and their hoarded wealth — whether social media giants or legacy press — pulling political strings while brainwashing us with consumerist advertising and clickbait bullshit.

Fight the narcissistic, misogynist, arrogant old white men (yes, there are women too, but far fewer) who have clawed their way to the top of the fetid political pile, treating truth, human lives, welfare, and civil rights as expendable commodities — traded for votes or simply discarded as democracy and the right to protest are eroded.

Fight banks and insurance companies that prioritise mega-corporations and polluting industries over ordinary people, worshipping shareholder profit while morality gets flushed down the toilet.

Fight the ultra-rich — the billionaires — who hold more wealth and power than any individual should, often avoiding tax while amplifying extremist views from inside their tiny, self-reinforcing echo chambers.

Fight fascism. It’s rising. The warning signs are everywhere. Thanks to my GCSE history teacher — and many books about the 1920s and 30s — for making that painfully obvious. Books are good.

Fight for those worst off: people suffering under neo-colonialism or living on the front lines of climate breakdown. They are dying because of our emissions, our lifestyles, our privilege, entitlement, arrogance, and ignorance — perpetuated by media propaganda, poor education, and comfortable denial.

Fight for Palestinians still being killed in Gaza, and in the West Bank where illegal settlements continue, aid agencies and journalists are blocked, tents sit on rubble, children starve or freeze to death.

Israel is, right now, acting as a terrorist state — and our government still supports it with arms, intelligence, and foreign policy cover. It is heartening to see so many Jewish people worldwide, including within Israel, opposing these war crimes — and to see young Israelis resisting the draft. Please support the UK hunger strikers.

Fight for the people of Sudan, where genocide continues. And for people everywhere —men, women, children — being injured, raped, displaced, and killed. Men use religion as justification, or don’t bother with excuses at all, to dominate, profit, rape, and murder as climate collapse accelerates and wars over finite resources intensify.

We do have abundant resources: sun, soil, ecosystems — if we care for them. But they don’t generate exponential profit for the already-rich, so they’re ignored. They just allow us to live.

You can’t eat money.
We could eat the super-rich, but it wouldn’t be very nutritious. Or sustainable.

Fight for refugees fleeing war, climate catastrophe, and persecution — much of which we helped create. And if you don’t like refugees coming to the UK, then fight for foreign aid instead of cutting it. Cut aid, increase refugees. It’s not fucking complicated.

Fight those putting up flags to spread hate, lies, and division — marking territory for the far right. They target migrants, refugees, LGBTQ+ people, neurodivergent people, black and brown communities — anyone they can scapegoat instead of confronting those actually responsible. They’re manipulated by toxic media and lying politicians. I do wonder how many of those politicians are sponsored by Russia, the US, or both.

Fight for women’s rights — which after decades of struggle are now sliding backwards. And honestly, given the shit job men have done for the last 2,000+ years, maybe it’s time to let women run the show properly. The Abrahamic religions certainly haven’t covered themselves in glory.

Fight for the homeless, the mentally ill, disabled people abandoned by the state while funding is slashed to build obsolete aircraft carriers and weapons of mass destruction. Fuck that shit.

Fight the cult of eternal economic growth on a finite planet. Fight airport expansion. Fight the destruction of our remaining wild spaces, waterways, and seas. Fight pesticides killing insects, herbicides and fertilisers poisoning the land. Fight unnecessary new roads — we need public transport, not more cars. Fight single-use plastic; it’s just oil-industry brainwashing again. Screw Shell, BP, Exxon, Total, and the rest of them.

There is so much to fight for. So many injustices. How the hell do people just ignore it all?

Fight “the man.”
Stand up for kindness, empathy, community, and solidarity. Grow things. Get soaked in the rain and dance anyway. Play music. Just… play.

We can resist this seemingly inevitable slide toward corporate rule, billionaire oligarchy, and societal collapse—but only if we stand up and take back power.

Resist.

People love to say they wouldn’t have stood by while books were burned, neighbours interrogated, friends dragged off to camps. Well, we’re edging frighteningly close to that shit now. Peaceful protesters in the UK are already being arrested in their homes, surveilled, raided.

Democracy, free speech, and the right to protest are being stripped away across the UK and Europe—and it’s far worse elsewhere, including the US, where armed forces are deployed against citizens by a deranged, orange, wannabe strongman and his boot-licking entourage.

So what am I trying to say?

I dunno. Be like a Yew.

Keep on keeping on.
Relentless.
Sheltering.
Regenerative.
Toxic to immoral, illegitimate power.

Work with your neighbours. Trees always do.

So yeah. Happy New Year. Roll on 2026.

And for fuck’s sake—resist before it’s too late.

Or just have a snooze as it all collpases, like Gideon.

I wanted to tell you about the Blue Tits

Mum passed away a couple of week’s ago. I keep wanting to tell her about stuff. So I wrote her a little poem, by way of an update.

I nearly rang you today, cos of the Blue Tits,
They are nesting in the box that Dad built,
I can hear the chicks cheaping, asking for food,
Their parents are never far away,
In and out of the box with grubs and insects,
Nature is wonderful.

I wish I could tell you about them, constantly on the go,
They work from dawn to dusk,
And get very cross,
When Gideon comes and stares at them,
He is really fascinated,
I know you like hearing about him.

I cleaned out the garage too,
And found a photo from when I eighteen,
All of us together in front of the fireplace,
With the dent in, where someone threw a vase,
Before we moved in,
Always makes me laugh, happy days.

I contacted Catherine in Japan, to let her know,
She said she has photos,
From when you were in Grenoble, learning French,
Like I did when I was 20,
Looking forward to the pictures,
Young Mum, full of life.

The garden is growing at a pace,
Weeds everywhere, of course,
I like weeds, some lovely flowers too,
And raspberries, wish I could give you some,
The Jasmine and Honeysuckle are going to be great,
Scents of summer, and peace.

Got to get back on my bike more,
I cleaned it today, all shiny,
Need to work off a few pounds, and get fit,
And maybe another cycle tour,
Maybe the coast again, or somewhere else,
For you Mum, you loved following my tours.

We are getting their Mum, sorting stuff,
But it would be a lot easier if we could ask questions,
You knew all the names,
We’ll make it work though,
That’s all for now, lots of love,
Will speak again soon.


Some photos Mum would like too.

F*cking Hostile

This poem is inspired by anxiety and depression, and by rage. The bands Pantera and Rage against the Machine also contributed. And love, I cling on to love. It’s probably not very poetic, I only got a ‘B’ in GCSE English, more of a list.

I do love stuff,
I’m sure I do,
It’s just overshadowed by,
Rage.
Especially tonight,
Especially some days,
When I listen to politicians,
Why do I listen to politicians?
I guess I’m a politician,
I’m a councillor.
Am I a twat too?
The system in broken,
Hostile to love,
Hostile to life.

I abhor the banks,
Yet I work for a bank,
It’s not the worst bank, but it’s still a bastard bank.
Does that make me complicit?
I’m trying to change it from the inside,
Same as being a politician,
But maybe I’m just weak.
The hedge funds, the banks, the investment companies,
Profit penalises, promotes poverty,
Pressure to put money into pollution,
To build shareholder joy,
To maintain business as usual,
Business as usual is killing us.

The Media, where do I even start?
Complicit in denial, in cover ups,
In denying Climate Breakdown,
In leading us astray,
In creating division, creating hate,
Guilty of spreading misinformation,
Paid by lobbyists just like politicians,
Profiting whilst we’re in ignorant peril,
Pulling strings, poisoning our brains.

Walk, walk down by a river,
Look at the plastic, the poo,
Water companies making insane money,
Their CEOs and Shareholders making moolah,
Whilst our water kills wildlife.

Why do we let this happen?
We don’t need to let this happen.
We could stop it, if we wanted to.
If we felt empowered to.
If we realised we had the power.
We need a Vulgar Display of Power.

Screw Nimbyism,
Sod off those that think,
We need to preserve our nice view of nature,
Over actually saving nature,
And ourselves,
Solar panels look nasty, 
Try fire, famine, flood you loons,
Try not having food, shelter, water,

Try living on an island,
Which will be swamped by rising sea levels,
Oh,
We do,
Much of London will be under water,
Same as many other coastal cities,
And football grounds,
Maybe people care more about football grounds.

Farmers. I like farmers.
But they’re proper screwed.
Climate breakdown, Brexit, Supermarkets.
Pressure to be nature friendly,
Pressure to give us cheap food,
Pressure to shut up and not drive their tractors into Parliament Square,
Take your Tractors, your siege machines,
To the centre of power that is destroying all of us,
Parliament. 
We will join you.
We have had enough.
But sorry, stop with the glyphosate,
The bee killing,
The pesticides and excessive fertilisers parodying Eden,
And people, it’s okay, you’re not gonna die,
If you eat a little less animal.
You might even live,
A little longer.

Artificial Intelligence, what do you reckon?
So far i’ve seen friends sacked,
Jobs replaced, brains made redundant,
An endless drive to more servers, more tech,
More replacement,
Of us.
Sure, medical advances, like them,
But take the fucking Red pill.

Planes over my house,
Helicopters to oil and gas rigs,
Just friggin’ stop,
It’s not the noise,
It’s the countdown,
The countdown to extinction with every plane flight,
The complete ignorance and disregard,
It also annoys my cat.

And we try to speak,
To raise our voices,
To say no Sunak, no Coutinho, no Shapps, no Hunt,
No to all of you who keep,
Kicking us in the kidneys,
Betraying us,
Killing our children,
Whilst you make millions,
I’m sorry, actually I’m not,
Just polite upbringing,
Fuck off.

And our voices are being subverted,
By social media, algorithms, 
The rich trying to control us,
The judicial system silencing free speech,
Draconian laws stopping peaceful protest,
Come on, do you wanna be numb,
Or alive?
Stop fucking believing this farce,
This dance of death.

Please. Friends. I’m done,
Pretty much out.
You say you understand, but do nothing.
You fly, you buy,
You just carry on with the abuse,
You’re killing yourselves, your children.
Your sodding retirement,
If that means more.

Do something.
The Resistance is Real.
The Revolution is building.
The Umbrella. Look it up.
It’s actually pretty exciting.
And might mean we stand a chance.
Get on board.
Please.

#fuckyouiwontdowhatyoutellme