Here I Go Again, On The Moan continued (3/3) By Silver Fox

(1/3), (2/3), (3/3)

Whether they' re ploughing over the Oiks before rugger practice, or pushing past Parliamentary security bods to kick up a ruck in the Chamber, it' s all the same thing to these veterans of the Playing Fields of Eton. Tomorrow belongs to me, indeed. What they have over similar pressure groups is based on an almost uniform historical perspective of being unchallenged.

These people are, after all, the scions of the robber barons who have shaped British history for almost 1,000 years; they've always done what they wanted, and it has never occurred to them that one day, people might just turn around and tell them to piss off.

And while their cause may be doomed (to say nothing of morally and aesthetically repugnant), they will continue fighting with a sense of legitimacy unthinkable to those of us without an escutcheon to call our own. Proles like us ... we may score now and then, but we'll never - for all the banner waving and rabble-rousing - have that same spirit of being invincible; plucky underdogs we may be, but we will always be conscious that we are underdogs. The huntin', shootin', and fishin' set wouldn't know an underdog if they were putting it down for not being able to rip Reynard a new'un in fifteen seconds flat.

In an ideal world, of course, this very sentiment of persecution would strengthen the hoi polloi' s position - promoting a genuine sense of unity in the face of a common enemy - but sadly, that ideal world hasn't been seen since a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away. And even though the proper aristocracy's influence on the country shows every sign of dwindling, it hardly helps. Despite the old serf-beating class's being pushed further and further back into the mists of obsolescence and risibility, most of us are still going to cower and shit ourselves at the voice of Authority - even though it's expressed in polished-up Estuaryese rather than a Harrovian bray.

Yes; in a new age of Techno-Feudalism, archaic and cruel practices like fox-hunting may well be made illegal - the arriviste class have better things to do; riding quad-bikes, making money and marrying Patsy Kensit to name but three - but least the toffs only want to fuck foxes up. How long will it be before some Murdoch-funded focus group starts lobbying for the legalisation - and lucrative televising - of hunting criminals for sport? In the song Mr Seigel, Tom Watts asked: Why are the wicked so strong? How can the angels get to sleep when the Devil leaves his porch light on? Read and learn, Tom, read and learn.

Whatever Happened To .. Movies and TV shows in which the villains always employed Ninja bodyguards ..? Music and Lies .. (a sticky cocktail: one part truth, two parts rampant opinion and about a quart of chronic wish-fulfillment).

.. I heard 2 local punk/metal bands giving it plenty at a recent anti-fascist fundraiser, they were called Fraction of the Cost and Displacements. They both had loads of energy and commitment, but to be honest, it sounded like one band doing two sets, but I suppose that could be because I'm old now - so very old .. Blue Sand will soon be performing a gig clad only in surgical trusses in order to de-stigmatise the ruptured ..

Sandman magazine are devoting the entirety of their next issue to an in-depth profile of CrackTown - we've wanted to feature them more prominently for ages, said spokescretin for the grammatically-challenged publication, but due to our hectic schedule of posing as midwives in order to kidnap babies and sell them for organ transplant or the erotic recreation of people only marginally less depraved than ourselves, we just haven't had the time .. more soon.

Foxy's Final Fought

Looking back, I feel I've perhaps erred on the side of pessimism this week. I'm examining the contrasts between the fortunes of the pro-hunt lobby and those of the Reclaim the Streets movement, it seems that I forgot to mention one particularly positive - if not actually hopeful - aspect; the Final Score. It Reads like this:

Reclaim the Streets (Hull) Arrests: 0 Casualties: 0 Countryside Alliance Arrests: Fucking Loads Casualties: Fucking Loads How gladdened I was, www.catsandkittens, to see the upper crust getting a taste of the much-spoken-of side-handled, 18inch baton! And it wasn't simply a matter of physically impressive little scrote riddled with class envy receiving a vicarious thrill through the brutality of others, either.

Well, not only that, in any case. It was the vague and unfamiliar sense of hope I experienced as I watched the faces of the Old Bill as they laid into their betters. Many of them seemed to be going at it with a relish that indicated that they found it to be a pleasant change from whaling on crusties, blacks and travelers.

Perhaps, I thought, a-tremble with wild surmise, they'll get a taste for it? I'm no expert, I 'll admit but there is one thing that I do know about hunting; once the beasts get the scent of blood, it's all over bar the shouting. Tally very Ho indeed, officer.

Columns - Steve Regan: visits Hull
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	The world is turning digital, it's true. WAP mobile phones, digital televisions and palmtops, the works. Computers are here to stay and the net is playing an even larger role in our everyday lives. Once the domain of geeks and computer fanatic's, cyber space Read more...

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