"Be careful what you wish for!"

Well, since the UK Election we have had ten days or so of difficult access to news and internet: snatching headlines and out-of-date comment. We have come to realise that the "Progressive Coalition" we wanted (with a better agenda than Labour actually offered at the election!) just wouldn't work, either arithmetically or in the face of the malice of people like Blunkett; so we are watching with deep unease and scepticism. This will be the final excursion into political commentary (for a while):- back to the trivia and self-indulgence!

Home Thoughts from Abroad on Election Eve!

With apologies to our non-UK readers - this is very British and full of references you may not understand!

Well, we are in Brive, near the Dordogne and have had a revolting series of days for weather. This will be documented in an imminent blog, but we want to get down on record now what we want from tomorrow's General Election in UK.
We are entitled to votes because we have been on the Electoral Roll there within the last 5 years, so Chloe had our proxy and has (albeit inefficiently) voted according to our wishes.
These are aimed at securing what we think is the only helpful outcome - a Hung Parliament!
It goes (we hope in terms of our beloved followers) without saying that a Tory majority would be a disaster. Despite all the image manipulation they remain a very "nasty" party on all social issues, would savagely cut public service without care for those dependent on them, and have taxation plans for the richest that make you sick!
But we also want a result that makes New Labour squirm with shame. A couple of months ago Ruth read an article in the International edition of the Guardian by her former comrade Peter Hain and was so incensed she wrote a reply. It was too late (or weak?) to be published, but she also sent it to him at the House of Commons and got an unapologetic but polite reply. This is what she then said:

Hain’s pitch for liberals has too many holes!

It’s a clever move by Millbank to wheel out Peter Hain for an attempt to draw back the disgusted baby-boomers who – under an unfair voting system – will have to decide whether they can put a clothes-peg o n their nose and vote Labour. It is clever because we feel great nostalgia for the era of courageous, creative, moral outrage which Peter symbolised in the Young Liberals and anti-Apartheid campaigns in the early Seventies. Along with others I followed him over to the Labour Party, but along with many others had to leave some post-Smith years later when the reality of Blair-Campbell-Mandelson and - perhaps most offensive of all then to liberals - the various guises of Blunkett – became apparent.


Somehow Peter Hain lived with himself– and flourished – through all of that! Then came Iraq!! The apology he will have to utter to persuade hundreds of thousands to comfortably wish for an unfettered Labour majority is surely too great!


He tells us that Labour is committed to constitutional reform, but the record is of broken pledges on the electoral system, puny tinkering with the Lords and use of peerages to stuff the government with unelected cronies.


We have to campaign strategically for a “well-hung parliament”- free of the cringing sycophants who let Blair go his own strange, sanctimonious and disastrous way. The price of co-operation should be a respectable phase of “truth and reconciliation” - followed by the head of Brown, whose timidity and lack of repentance for the Blair years is also so offensive to the former friends of Peter Hain.

Now he has even gone back on the need for proportional representation - so no hope there!

Since then we have been cataloguing the sins of Brown and would add his two years of soft-pedalling with the banking community which allowed it to go its own way on credit policy. What he may have done as a rescue bid does not excuse his inactivity in the "prawn cocktail"  Blair years. OK, he did attempt some progressive taxation, and some other poverty-alleviating projects, and he himself is a social liberal, but what about nonsense like ID cards, growth in prison population, and the Straw-supported loss of civil liberties in Bush's "war on terror". He and they will have to answer for this!

So we will be listening on the internet in our cheap (fridge-less) French hotel tomorrow with an unchilled bottle of cheap Champers at the ready, hoping that history is made. We are angry, we want change and we will be back!

While the dust settled....

A spot of panic!
By the end of Thursday about the only place you could fly to from Fuerteventura was Spain. This was fine for the girls (with tickets to Madrid on Sunday), but there was then a problem. In due course Ryanair e-mailed to confirm the cancellation and the earliest they could offer for Madrid-Gatwick was Tuesday 27th, which meant they would have to fly to Madrid on the Monday night, so we did it, and bought them new tickets for that flight. So nine days extra in the sun for them when they should have been starting a new term at Brighton, and for us - instead of a clear run at a summer shut-down for the apartment - some unexpected guests.  In the end we handled it - but not helped by us going down in turn with the cold and cough Chloe brought over.
Out in the town there was a fair amount of chaos too, with thousands of people stranded on the island, At first they were taken to Caleta de Fuste to be nearer the airport, but that was then full and many were put up at Papagayo. Even those on "flight-only" were put up on full-board (but no booze) so as to avoid later claims for subsistence. Yet more folk wandering around town, spending no money, and no new ones coming in! It was a bit grim. Chloe and Charlie were the lucky ones. of course! We set them up for Uni work, kept their spending to a minimum and helped them over formalities.
An interesting event of the final week was our extra radio show. Bob had been working for weeks on a playlist that wa more serious than the froth Ruth often played in her weekly afternoon show. Auntie Val (she who must be obeyed) offered us an evening slot, so we developed this into a set of two tracks by each of some favourite artists (Jethro Tull, Frank Zappa, Little Feat, Ian Dury, The Band, Neil Young....). Mike at The Casbah offered a pizza prize, and we formulated a competition. Bob remained silent throughout, and we had at least three listeners! Oh well! Pearsls to swine, perhaps!

In the final day or so the girls helped with the cleaning because we would be leaving 24 hours or so before them. We spent the final afternoon in good sun with Chris and Eileen, had a simple meal with girls at The Casbah, and that was it! We left the girls with a list of instructions on Sunday 25th.

The Calm before the Eruption

Early April saw some beautiful days! Even the cats at Africa's were relaxed! Here are El Negro and El Amarillo:

We had, nonetheless, to get some serious cleaning done in anticipation of the arrival of Chloe and her friend Charlie. For cheapness they were coming via Lanzarote on Friday 9th April, and there was anxiety about them getting the two buses to Playa Blanca, and catching a ferry before the last one at 7pm. In fact - thanks to Chloe's Spanish and a driver's use of a radio - they made an instant connection in Arrecife and sent a text to say they were on the 3pm. We were there to meet them.

They were due to stay for nine days. Charlie had been to Corralejo before with her family, but they went to a range of places, such as El Cotillo on the bus - where they got caught in the rain on the beach and were given alift all the way back, and to the various markets and Flag Beach on bikes. They also enjoyed the pool, which was starting to become tolerable in temperature, sunbathyed on the roof terrace until they were both burnt (we did warn!), cooked us a meal, and did some academic work. They were due to fly back on the Sunday (via Madrid). On Thursday the Icelandic volcano erupted and chaos ensued:- there was no way Ryanair would be flying them to Gatwick!