The Slow Train: The Importance Of Parliamentary Rail Services, Defiant Survivors Of The Beeching Axe. | The Prole Star
“No more will I go to Blandford Forum and MortehoeOn the slow train from Midsomer Norton and Mumby Road.No churns, no porter, no cat on a seatAt Chorlton-cum-Hardy or Chester-le-Street.We won’t be meeting againOn the Slow Train.”
The Importance Of Parliamentary Rail Services, Defiant Survivors Of The Beeching Axe. “No more will I go to Blandford Forum and MortehoeOn the slow train from Midsomer Norton and Mumby Road.No churns, no porter, no cat on a seatAt Chorlton-cum-Hardy or Chester-le-Street.We won’t be meeting againOn the Slow Train.”
I use the railway frequently, even more so since moving out to the leafy suburbs. But Great Britain has some serious problems with its railways at the moment, notably so with the operator in my area, Northern Rail. There’s strike action that has been going on for months over keeping guards on trains.
Some time ago I wrote about the supposed balance between public health messages and fat acceptance. I say it’s a supposed balance because the two things aren’t actually at odds with each other. But, as happens so often, this argument has reared its monstrously ugly head again and we need to address it.
In 1996 Guinness released their iconic “Fish on a Bicycle” advert, playing on the feminist slogan that “a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle”. Advertising of alcoholic beverages in the UK is complicated, because there are so many restrictions on what can and can’t be shown in marketing material.
In this game you play a monarch on a quest to keep their crown safe while exploring a new land and building a settlement. The landscape contains trees, streams, and these weird portals that contain a link to a sinister alien world (you want to avoid these).
On my 35th birthday, I was asked for ID when purchasing alcohol at the supermarket. I was seriously impressed in some ways, as it’s evidently plausible that I could look half my age to the cashier. But it also felt like an indignity, and an injustice that I have acutely felt in other areas of my life.
Well, we have gotten ourselves into a terrible mess over Brexit. The Conservative Party were refusing to release a series of technical notices on the impact of Brexit this week for fear of scaring the voters.
Recently I’d had some problems with motivating myself to write and to sort myself out generally: self care, home maintenance, that sort of thing. My life is a bit of a mess, and I want to do something about it, but there’s something holding me back that never used to trouble me.
Marriage laws in the UK have been evolving since marriages first started being officiated by the Church, in the 12th Century. The 20th Century in particular brought numerous updates to the statute to make marriage more equal and reflective of society’s expectations and needs. But there are still some anachronistic terms and conditions, particularly regarding divorce.
Following publication of my article Funding UBI with a Tax on Land, I received a number of comments asking that I back up the figures with some calculations. I have now compiled some results, but these pose more questions than were asked in the first place.
In comics and movies, human superpowers are limited by only our imagination. But in real life, there are some talented individuals with skills beyond the reach of ordinary mortals. Myths and legends abound of people with abilities ranging from the supernatural to superhuman, but these 10 people have had their unique powers verified by science.
Have you ever heard someone say that being gay isn’t “natural?” Well, I have some bad news for them: nature is gay AF. Our world has numerous examples of animals that change gender, engage in same-sex activity, and throw gender norms out completely. Here’s my top ten animals from across the LGBT+ spectrum.
Lush made a bold move with their recent #SpyCops campaign – bold enough to enrage a section of the public who saw the campaign as an attack on the integrity of all police officers. This pressure eventually led to some #Spycops window displays being taken down – which proves they hit a nerve, but perhaps not the one they intended.
WARNING: in this post I discuss homophobia, transphobia and some weird shit about seagulls. Look away now if you’re ornithophobic - shit, too late! Because I’m no doubt going to get grilled on my credentials, I identify as non-binary, and I usually read as a gay man or a gay woman, so I dunno, maybe I’m performing something like how non-binary’s supposed to look.
There cannot be a woman on the planet that has never claimed to have a boyfriend when trying to escape the clutches of a would-be suitor that we have no interest in. Why do we do this? Because simply saying that we’re not interested doesn’t work - it turns into a negotiation or a fight.
Another day, another man blaming feminists for the higher male suicide rate. I’ve covered this before in my previous article, Male Suicide: MRAs weigh in on #MeToo. It’s understandable and expected (dare we say hopefully so?) that men are going to be distressed by being caught behaving badly.
Tommy Robinson’s in the news again, and gaining support from keyboard warriors the world over (yes, some US commentators, and probably some from elsewhere, have jumped on the bandwagon and attempted to explain English law and politics to actual English people living in England).
G ermaine Greer is in the news once again, for saying something outrageous (once again). There’s so much wrong with so many of the things she says, but in order to deconstruct all of them, I’d need a book deal and a sizeable advance.
In February this year, Monica Lewinsky spoke about her #MeToo moment, regarding her relationship with then-president Bill Clinton. She views the dynamics of that relationship in a different light now, both in terms of how in control she felt of her actions and participation, and in how it was perceived by the outside world.
Maxine Peake plays Winnie, a woman in something of a predicament, but determined not to let it get her down. Winnie is buried in the ground up to her waist, yet for her this is all a perfectly normal aspect of every day. The same old earth, the same old routine, the same old bag containing the possessions she needs to perform her daily rituals. This is how things are.