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Monthly Archives: July 2020

Review: Jinder Jade: ‘Fans Gonde Boliyan’

Often, listening pays off. This cultural jewel was given to me by a Sikh brother, whose name I will not mention, because he supports a different club (1973).

I am absolutely delighted to hear this track. The first reason is that it is what young people tell me I should refer to as a “banger”. We are in a mood of celebration, and you can’t get any more celebratory than this.

Some of you may have gathered, by now, that I am an out-and-out, dyed-in-the-wool multi-culturalist.

Songs in Punjabi are exactly what Leeds United needs. I want the whole world to embrace Leeds. You don’t have to have been born in Leeds, or West Yorkshire, or Yorkshire, or England, or Britain, or the UK, or Europe, to be Leeds. You just have to consider yourself to be Leeds.

I want millions of people in the Asian Subcontinent to support Leeds. I want British Asian players coming through the ranks to play in senior teams in the Premier League.

We may be partisan as to the outcome of football matches, but we are not many peoples: we are one people.

Please enjoy the track that Jinder Jade has made available. I can’t get it out of my head.

Marching On Together #MOT

A Retraction

This is about the time of the week when I post a rambling message on Facebook about some bastard thing or other, to do with SureStart Centres, or libraries, or the NHS, or immigration, or those bloody, bleeding Polish fighter pilots.

I think we can all agree that I am a limp-wristed, Commie, Pinko, and that if people like me are not stopped, then the country will go to wrack and ruin.

I unreservedly withdraw everything I have previously said about the ruling class. Their Oxbridge degrees undoubtedly provide them with exactly the right kind of education to lead the nation and direct the economy. Their pure-bred Norman/Hanoverian genes make them exceptionally intelligent, and physically beautiful. This has resulted in the ultimate perfection of a leader, and competitor on the global stage: Boris Johnson. Not a hair on his head is out of place. Anyone who says otherwise is a traitor.

The purpose of economic activity should be to boost the bank accounts of opaque oligarchs whose money resides in the Cayman Islands. I was wrong when I said it should provide livelihoods for the mass of the people, or stable and humane services for looked after children, vulnerable adults, people living with disabilities, older people, and people with complex needs.

About all that, I may have been wrong. I will go off into the Marxist naughty corner, and try to repent.

BUT I WILL NOT BE GOING TO A PUB IN THE NEAR FUTURE. SECOND SPIKE SECOND SPIKE SECOND SPIKE