But casually nestled between these two proposals is this: Each to their own, Maureen, each to their own. Haven’t we all, Maureen, haven’t we all? And she would love a tax cut or two. Five of the points are quite bog standard. One of the candidates, Maureen, has a six-point plan. Which is also the doorstep of my son, who can read. This week a leaflet for the local mayoral election landed on my doorstep. I could have been forgiven for thinking we had arrived at the promised land. So far I’ve largely been able to ride on the coattails of the activism and sacrifice of historical warriors for LGBT+ equality. Disown me if you like, Auntie Karen: I couldn’t give a monkey’s. Children’s self-worth hinges on how they are perceived by others, whereas at my age you care far less what anyone makes of you.
Not usually a coup but I really believe not being straight must be harder when you’re a child (ie under 30). It’s a right old mashup and it’s beautiful.Īlso, I’m old. There was everything from saris, kimonos and Ankara churchwear to Romanian football kit and, in great news for everyone, even a tiny Dutch milkmaid. My son’s “express your culture” day at school looked like an unrealistically utopian Argos advert. It helps that I’m a proud resident of Lewisham, south-east London, one of the biggest, brightest and most brilliant diversity jumble sales on the planet.
