Since my blog entry (here) about Labour’s stranglehold on the public a lot has changed. The Tories must have read my blog realised a crisis meeting was needed in order to launch a vicious all out assault on the current government.Oh how they have done so. I was surprised how making financial gain from the dead is so popular but George Osbourne envisaged that this would. He has wooed the middle class folk by announcing that inheritance tax would not affect families with combined assets of under a million. At first I couldn’t really see why this was so significant but after a few conversations it became apparent that £300,000 tax free is just too low. The assests accumulated would have been taxed in the first instance but to tax it at the end as well is almost insulting. And £300,000 isn’t linked to inflation so as that rises along with the price of houses then this sort of money isn’t a lot. Labour really missed the trick here, they really did. At first they claimed that it was impossible for them to do this. But when the Conservatives explained they would raise money by raising tax on non-domicile workers, a few days later Labour countered. They countered by virtually offering the same proposal but their delivery was atrocious. Gordon Brown wrote the proposal but forced Alistair Darling to announce it in the House of Commons where everyone could see the smug face on the Prime Minister beaming as it was announced. Smug though he might of felt but everyone else thought he was a copy cat, copying the bill in a last act of desperation to get those voters back onside. Although this was a blow, it was the election that wasn’t which has made the public sceptical of Brown’s leadership abilities. When it was announced he would not call an election even though he had his aides contact various periodicals to find out what the country was feeling, the Conservatives knew they were onto something. They pushed forward by their leader who gave a 20 minute speech with no notes challenging the government to announce a general election realised they had wounded the Labour bison and it was bleeding with embarrassment. It was at that moment they realised what weapon it was to slice the Labour leader’s integrity and party lead. Everyone knows Gordon Brown is an extremely intelligent man and this was a strength of his until he undermined himself by not declaring an election. People felt that he thinks he can just do what he likes because he’s an intelligent man. The Tories have picked up on this and are attacking it by making the Prime Minister seem like an authoritative beast at the head of the food chain who answers to no one. Alistair Darling is the chancellor but yet it was Brown who wrote the counter proposal and forced Darling to announce it like in the House of Commons while he sat back looking like the puppet master.
So what is Labour to do? Well it seems they are in trouble, Brown’s biggest strength has been turned into a weakness and he hasn’t got the interpersonal sauvé to challenge Cameron in a quick thinking debate, something his predecessor was more than capable of. In fact the Blarite’s seem to be rallying around thinking of a way to undermine Brown (according to various Sunday papers) which would be a catastrophe if they succeeded as it will highlight the party has split.
I say, Labour stand firm and Mr Brown rely on your experience and slow things down. Don’t ever involve yourself in a media stunt like visiting army troops in Basra again. It’s not your style and people can see it. Otherwise the Conservatives will fatally wound the Bison and gorge on it’s carcass as the blue army takes over number 10.
Right, enough political pandemonium here’s some more writing I did this evening. I don’t know if I’ll write anymore this week as it’s a busy one.
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As soon as the stranger dashed out Yannish realised what had happened. He stood up and leaned forward to Clarence giving her his mobile phone.
“Call the police and anyone else you think we should. I’m going after him, not to get him but to follow him.”
He had to force the phone on to the palm of her hand and then wrap her fingers around it. The shock of it all was starting to set in but before she could digest what Yannish had told her he had set off. He ran through the shop floor outside and decided to lock the door, he didn’t want anyone else coming in now even if it was a customer with good intentions. He wanted to switch off the lights on the garage forecourt but he didn’t know how. Thinking where the stranger had set off he remembered that he had dusty shoes on so therefore he would have come through the bush trail. Did he watch Yannish go by on his way to work? It had to be that route as the rest of the way was open road covered by CCTV cameras for at least half a mile.
He trudged up through the bushes until he reached the flat and the trail widened slightly. Jogging at a fast paced his mind was focused on catching a glimpse of this stranger. Branches were catching his face and arms as he thrust past them, droplets of blood started to seep out of various wounds and falling to the ground almost creating a trail of his own for someone else to follow him. He increased his momentum up a heath when he heard a rustling coming not too far away, it was faint but in the still of the surroundings he could only hear his breath otherwise. It was coming from the east just above the top of the heath. He started to run up the heath as fast as his legs could manage knowing if he could get to the top he could look around and down at most the area and find out what the rustling was. He slipped as he was nearing the top but didn’t fall to the ground he managed to catch hold of a branch to break his fall and swing with the momentum for a moment. He looked back down and saw that if he was to fall back downwards he wouldn’t really hurt himself but he would lose at least five minutes getting back to this position. He pushed his legs against the ground and used the branch to swing forward letting go so that he carried on with momentum to reach the top.
He could see in the distance the stranger running along, he wasn’t too far away in the open space and Yannish considered shouting out to him, but what could he shout at him. “Oi, stop.” Sounded stupid and even dangerous as it was likely the stranger would turn and fire at him. The stranger was scuttling across the grass with the white plastic bag around his arms and his left hand holding his clown mask. Yannish started to run down the heath, he pushed himself at first but then let the momentum take him, his legs going jelly as he moved his feet quickly to avoid any holes or dips. They were back on level ground but the stranger was heading into the wood, Yannish started to pick up his running but bending his body slightly in an attempt to blend in. He pushed himself to get close to him, letting flashbacks enter his head of what had happened less than half an hour ago replay over again. He encouraged the scene where he thought he’d been shot the feeling of coldness he felt as he was flung over the table and thought he’d been fatally wounded. He used this as fuel to increase his speed when his legs became tired and was catching on the stranger. The stranger was moving at a fast pace but at a steady one with no extra urgency in his movement but he was soon about to enter the wood. Yannish who was 30 feet away knew that once inside the wood he’d have no chance of finding him unless he got close enough to see which direction he would turn. He pushed even harder and started to breath heavily now, so heavy that it was becoming loud especially as there was no wind tonight. He tried hard to control it by sucking in the air in small amounts instead of one big pull but after a few attempts his body need to take in a large breath making a wheezing noise.
The stranger still running turns his head back just as Yannish flings himself to the ground. Yannish closes his eyes for a moment allowing him to compose before opening them. He was expecting to see a gun being pointed at him but instead he looks up to see the night sky sprinkled with stars. He curses him self for not keeping his eyes open so he could see the strangers face. Gradually getting himself back up he can no longer see the stranger in sight, thinking he must of ran into the wood by now he starts to run again until he reaches the edge of the wood and starts to become more cautious not to step on something that would make a noise. He begins to jog slowly at first but then increases his pace deciding that the best route will be to go straight ahead instead of diverting left or right. He moves glancing from side to side for any movement, any shadow that he can pursue. He wants to find out where this stranger is going, what he’ll do with this money he ruthlessly stole. And if the opportunity comes he’ll get it back. A branch cracks and Yannish immediately looks down to see what he’s trod on but sees no branch just the dry ground scattered with a few leaves, he raises his head back up.
“Call the police and anyone else you think we should. I’m going after him, not to get him but to follow him.”
He had to force the phone on to the palm of her hand and then wrap her fingers around it. The shock of it all was starting to set in but before she could digest what Yannish had told her he had set off. He ran through the shop floor outside and decided to lock the door, he didn’t want anyone else coming in now even if it was a customer with good intentions. He wanted to switch off the lights on the garage forecourt but he didn’t know how. Thinking where the stranger had set off he remembered that he had dusty shoes on so therefore he would have come through the bush trail. Did he watch Yannish go by on his way to work? It had to be that route as the rest of the way was open road covered by CCTV cameras for at least half a mile.
He trudged up through the bushes until he reached the flat and the trail widened slightly. Jogging at a fast paced his mind was focused on catching a glimpse of this stranger. Branches were catching his face and arms as he thrust past them, droplets of blood started to seep out of various wounds and falling to the ground almost creating a trail of his own for someone else to follow him. He increased his momentum up a heath when he heard a rustling coming not too far away, it was faint but in the still of the surroundings he could only hear his breath otherwise. It was coming from the east just above the top of the heath. He started to run up the heath as fast as his legs could manage knowing if he could get to the top he could look around and down at most the area and find out what the rustling was. He slipped as he was nearing the top but didn’t fall to the ground he managed to catch hold of a branch to break his fall and swing with the momentum for a moment. He looked back down and saw that if he was to fall back downwards he wouldn’t really hurt himself but he would lose at least five minutes getting back to this position. He pushed his legs against the ground and used the branch to swing forward letting go so that he carried on with momentum to reach the top.
He could see in the distance the stranger running along, he wasn’t too far away in the open space and Yannish considered shouting out to him, but what could he shout at him. “Oi, stop.” Sounded stupid and even dangerous as it was likely the stranger would turn and fire at him. The stranger was scuttling across the grass with the white plastic bag around his arms and his left hand holding his clown mask. Yannish started to run down the heath, he pushed himself at first but then let the momentum take him, his legs going jelly as he moved his feet quickly to avoid any holes or dips. They were back on level ground but the stranger was heading into the wood, Yannish started to pick up his running but bending his body slightly in an attempt to blend in. He pushed himself to get close to him, letting flashbacks enter his head of what had happened less than half an hour ago replay over again. He encouraged the scene where he thought he’d been shot the feeling of coldness he felt as he was flung over the table and thought he’d been fatally wounded. He used this as fuel to increase his speed when his legs became tired and was catching on the stranger. The stranger was moving at a fast pace but at a steady one with no extra urgency in his movement but he was soon about to enter the wood. Yannish who was 30 feet away knew that once inside the wood he’d have no chance of finding him unless he got close enough to see which direction he would turn. He pushed even harder and started to breath heavily now, so heavy that it was becoming loud especially as there was no wind tonight. He tried hard to control it by sucking in the air in small amounts instead of one big pull but after a few attempts his body need to take in a large breath making a wheezing noise.
The stranger still running turns his head back just as Yannish flings himself to the ground. Yannish closes his eyes for a moment allowing him to compose before opening them. He was expecting to see a gun being pointed at him but instead he looks up to see the night sky sprinkled with stars. He curses him self for not keeping his eyes open so he could see the strangers face. Gradually getting himself back up he can no longer see the stranger in sight, thinking he must of ran into the wood by now he starts to run again until he reaches the edge of the wood and starts to become more cautious not to step on something that would make a noise. He begins to jog slowly at first but then increases his pace deciding that the best route will be to go straight ahead instead of diverting left or right. He moves glancing from side to side for any movement, any shadow that he can pursue. He wants to find out where this stranger is going, what he’ll do with this money he ruthlessly stole. And if the opportunity comes he’ll get it back. A branch cracks and Yannish immediately looks down to see what he’s trod on but sees no branch just the dry ground scattered with a few leaves, he raises his head back up.
A large thud can be heard as Yannish’s head is smashed against something. The dull blow knocks him off his feet. He lies there with his eyes wide open for a moment until the black curtains are drawn over them and the pain start to be felt.
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