A Quick Hello After Going Quie

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Hi everyone,

I just wanted to pop back and say a quick sorry for going so quiet these past few months. A few of you have checked in and asked if I was alright. Thank you. I am. I just seemed to disappear without meaning to.

After the last post, which was so inward-looking, I found it hard to write anything else. And honestly, the summer here in the UK has been so full of news, changes, and general chaos that every time I tried to get a few thoughts down, something else happened. Before I knew it, weeks had gone by, and I was still staring at a blank page.

So this is me easing myself back in; nothing profound, just a hello and an apology for the silence.

I’d really love to hear from you:

How are you finding things in the UK under Labour so far?
What’s stood out to you these past months - good or bad?
Any moments or stories that have stuck with you?

I’ve missed the conversation here, and hope to get back into the rhythm of writing again.

Thanks for sticking around.

Peter

Comments

  1. Anonymous9 December 2025 at 08:37

    "Summer"? Is Jack living in Australia these days?? Glad to hear that he is well anyhow!
    Gadjo doesn't live in UK under the new Labour government and so feels unqualified to comment on that, but maybe somebody else will.

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  2. 雲水9 December 2025 at 09:17

    I thought you lived in Scotland, where winter begins in July!

    I, for one, am greatly enjoying living in Comrade Keir's Communist Utopia. I'm grateful for the lessons in non-attachment that Keir, in his wisdom, is teaching me by taking almost every penny I earn from an industry increasingly decimated by AI and handing it to people who don't work but vote Labour. This is made all the more heartwarming by knowing that paying tax is effectively optional for government ministers. I'm also rejoicing in my sky-rocketing electricity bills - if we can help Comrade Ed pay billions to wind farms to not generate electricity, sitting in the dark and cold is a price worth paying.

    Now that the police have been wisely redeployed from wasting their time on the streets to tackling the serious issue of rude posts on Facebook, I'm glad to be learning self-reliance and brushing up on my self-defence skills, as Keir mercifully lets violent prisoners out of jail early, and Comrade Lammy just loose them.

    I feel honoured to live under an enlightened government, where rude tweets that upset establishment favourites are punished with the same, or greater, sentences than possession of CSA images (by establishment favourites). I applaud the government for addressing the problem of juries finding people not guilty for mean tweets about the state by scrapping jury trials and replacing them with establishment-trained judges, who will come to the correct decisions. I can't wait to get my digital Keir Card, so we can lock the unbelievers out of society. Having travelled in China, I appreciate the joy and convenience of a total surveillance state.

    I'm currently debating putting out *two* strings of Christma - sorry, festive winter lights, but wondering whether that will either mark me out as a kulak or constitute a hate crime.

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    1. Anonymous9 December 2025 at 13:50

      Sad and yet droll at the same time! One had been writing a long reply when one realized that samizdat might be the only suitable publishing medium.

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