Important news for beer lovers…

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Pub Revolution are…

…a growing army of Tenants and Leaseholders who have quite frankly had enough of the constant bullying and blatant theft of the Pubcos. United we stand and divided we fall, at the current rate of 53 a week and rising. Waiting for the outcome of all the government enquiries and ludicrous spin will be too late for us all. We have decided it’s time to take control of our own destiny, become empowered and take our trade back for ourselves before this great British institution becomes a thing of the past. The stark reality is that our cash is all that is enabling the bullying Pubcos to survive. If they didn’t have OUR money they wouldn’t exist. Let’s do it. Let’s have a PUB REVOLUTION and finish them off! Join us now, if we can get mass support up and down the country then on a date TBA, we will all stop paying them rent and buying tied products – all at the same time. It will:

a) cut off their cash flow sending them under
b) enable us to reduce our prices for the consumer across the board getting them back into our pubs
c) allow us to pay our bills
d) enable us to earn a living again
e) we can pay a FAIR rent to the administrators
f) give us the cash to carry out essential repairs that the Pubcos should be doing, but aren’t
g) give us freedom of product choice, great for the consumer and small brewer. Even the big boys will get a better price from us!
h) even the machine operators will be better off-they won’t have to pay the Pubcos royalty fees.
i) No more trumped up invoices for rating appeals
j) No more emergency delivery charges
k) No more Brulines gestapo
L) and no more useless BRMs

The list is endless. Please feel free to add to it!

What can they do? Take us all to court? Not without our money they can’t, besides, it takes on average 3 months to get ONE leaseholder into court for none payment so imagine how long it would take to get 10 thousand into court. They wouldn’t survive one month if we all stopped paying! How long would we stop payment for? As long as it takes!

Pledge your support now and let’s take control of OUR trade, OUR livelihoods and OUR lives.

Once we’ve taken care of Publican Enemy Number1, addressing all the other issues that have created the perfect storm will be a whole lot easier!
Sign up and pledge your support now, bring on the PUB REVOLUTION NOW!

If, like me, you have a passion for real ale, then you owe it to yourself to try and help to turn back the tide of pub-closures which has been brought about largely by the greed of Pubcos. Join Pub Revolution today!

For more information visit the PUB REVOLUTION Facebook page or email ukmassbeercott@aol.com

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After a rather long wait the Folk Against Fascism (FAF) website is now up and running and I’m pleased to tell you that it’s even better than expected :-)

Apart from news and information there’s a nice selection of tunes and a blog, which is currently being written by Jon Boden of (among many, many other things) Bellowhead fame. Boden sends a very poignant message in this post where he talks about the late, great Peter Bellamy and the problem of politics in folk music…

Politics should only become an issue when political groups attempt to annexe traditional folk music/song/dance/custom to their own political agenda and attempt to restrict participation on the basis of background, politics, colour etc. This is currently the case with the BNP, and resisting that attempt is where Folk Against Fascism comes in.

Because I want to keep this blog focused on folklore, storytelling and the history/traditions of the everyday English, I have set up another site dedicated to my belief in anarchy (without adjectives - I believe diversity is the key to survival!) and my commitment to ‘practical politics’.

It is my hope that ANARCHY in ALBION will balance political philosophy with ideas for practical ways in which to live in accordance with my beloved anarchist ideals.

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'Albion Rose' by William Blake

Once upon a time, in the golden age of chivalry, fair play and feudalism, there was a Knight who’s name was Gnord.

Brave Sir Gnord, as he liked to call himself, was Lord of Grendale, in the Kingdom of Ethel. Lord Gnord did not win his lands through bravery; he hadn’t even owned a suit of armour before he became Lord of Grendale. Nor did he attain his estate through popularity; old Gnord could barely raise a smile, let alone a band of loyal followers. In truth Sir Gnord was granted the lands of Grendale and the title that went with it because nobody else wanted the job. Every knight in the court of King Bifron was afraid to go to Grendale, because in Grendale there were monsters.

Grendale was a borderland so wild that much of it wasn’t even on the map. The earth was barren and farming was poor and the revenue from the taxes was hardly worth the trouble, but Grendale was the only thing that stood between Bifron’s kingdom and the Great Wastes, and the king knew that he must be seen to be in control of this region if he was to discourage the conquering forces of the Dark One. So he decreed…

“Whomsoever shall become Lord of Grendale shall be awarded 10,000 gold pieces per annum.”

There were no takers. So he further decreed…

“Whomsoever shall become Lord of Grendale shall be awarded 10,000 gold pieces per annum and my youngest daughter’s hand in marriage.”

Still no takers. And so he even further decreed…

“Whomsoever shall become Lord of Grendale shall be awarded 10,000 gold pieces per annum, my youngest daughter’s hand in marriage and a go in my fabulous golden carriage.”

At this Gnord stepped forward. He actually worked in the king’s Counting House and was not a knight, but he had always admired the king’s fabulous golden carriage.

“Your highness, if I may be so bold,” said Gnord, though he had never actually been bold in his life. “If no brave knight will come forth, then perhaps a humble accountant may  be called upon to save the day?”

And so it was that ‘Gnord the Money Counter’ became ‘Sir Gnord of Grendale’, faithul subject of Bifron the Methodical, King of the Ethelish.

The first thing Gnord did after receiving his knighthood was to go for a ride in the king’s fabulous golden carriage (which turned out to be less fabulous – or indeed golden – on the inside as it was on the out). The second thing Gnord did was build ‘Grendale Castle’; an imposing fortress with a huge tower. And from the top of this tower Gnord looked out over his lands, lord of all that he surveyed.

One day some peasants from the furthest border region came to his castle with desperate news.

“My Lord, my Lord. We have desperate news.” they said. “A Ferocious Fangtoothed Fargleblaster has come to Grendale and it is about to attack our village!”

Lord Gnord stood up and placed his hand on his hip as if to draw a sword. But when he held his hand aloft all that was in his palm was a telescope.

“Come peasants. To the tower.” he bellowed.

Sir Gnord – followed by his advisers, his priests, his bodyguards, his stylist and the peasants – slowly climbed the stairs to the top of the great tower. Gnord raised the telescope to his eye and peered southward to the borderlands. Gnord had built his castle as far from the border as possible, so in truth he would have needed a spy satellite rather than a spyglass to see the border (which, of course, wasn’t possible in a time when the stars were still little more than holes in the dome of heaven). But Gnord made a play of studying the far off horizon. For a moment or two he ummmed and for a moment or two more  he ahhhed. And then he boomed…

“Thou art mistaken peasants. That is no Ferocious Fangtoothed Fargleblaster. he declared, closing the shiny brass telescope with a sharp snap. “That is a Devilsome Thangaroo.”

Now on a scale of 1 to 10 (with ‘10′ being a “Giant, hell-spawned, nine headed hydra with nine fire-breathing, fang-filled mouths and eighteen eyes that shine red like hot coals; which dribbles hot lava-snot from seventeen nostrils (one is blocked with some rather nasty black bogeys) all over you as it slowly tears into your flesh” and ‘1′ being a “mean, but small, barking dog”) a Devilsome Thangaroo would probably score a 7 or 8, whereas a Ferocious Fangtoothed Fargleblaster is more like a 9. So the peasants, being simple and loyal to a fault, were put at ease by this news.

“Thank you, oh wise and insightful Lord Gnord.” they bowed.

And so the peasants returned to their border village where they were promptly eaten by the Devilsome Thangaroo (which looked suspiciously like a Ferocious Fangtoothed Fargleblaster) along with their kith, kin and livestock.

The next day more peasants arrived at the castle with grim news.

“My Liege, my Liege. We have grim news.” they implored. “The Devilsome Thangaroo has now come to our village. And it looks mightily miffed!”

So Sir Gnord – followed by his advisers, his priests, his bodyguards, his stylist and the peasants – made his way to the top of the great tower and again raised the spyglass to his eye. This time he could make out a tiny black shape on the horizon, which he assumed to be the beast in question. It was moving among some tiny white squares, which he assumed was the village in question. For a moment or two he ummmed. For a moment or two  he ahhhed. Then he snapped the spyglass shut.

“It seems I was mistaken.” he declared.

The advisers, priests, bodyguards, stylist and peasants all gasped in unison; were they actually under attack from a Ferocious Fangtoothed Fargleblaster after all?

“What a fool of a tyrant I am.” contunued Lord Gnord. “That is no Devilsome Thangaroo, tis a Gargling Ganoot as I live and breathe.”

A Gargling Ganoot would have to be suffering from tooth ache to score higher than a 6.5 on our monster meter, so the peasants were delighted. With a spring in their step and a blush on their cheeks they returned to their village and to certain death.

Over the next few days peasants from villages that stood ever closer to the castle came and went; each reassured that the beast was not as terrible as they thought. What was once believed to be a Ferocious Fangtoothed Fargleblaster was downgraded each time the peasants paid a visit. One day it was a 5 point scoring Needlenosed Higglesniff, the next it was a Beastly Blattwort, which was barely a 4 by anyone’s reckoning.

As the creature inched closer to Grendale castle it became easier to see with the naked eye and Lord Gnord’s advisers began to ask questions.

“Sire, I may be wrong, but I’m sure that a Pitted Dragulsnuff does not stand thrice as high as a rowan tree.” said one.

“I’m quite certain that an Evilish Ugan cannot fit a horse AND rider in it’s mouth in one bite.” said another.

And so it went until Sir Gnord was forced to address his entourage…

“Dost thou think that it would be better to tell the peasants the truth? Would widespread panic and prayers really be preferable to an orderly death? Verily, I say unto you that truths should be spun like braies* in a washtub and then rolled through mangles until they better fit the desires of the wise and worthy. What need have the peasants for truth? I shall paint a world that gladdens the weak hearts of my people; not to misinform them, but to protect them!” bellowed Lord Gnord banging his fists on the castle’s large oak dining table. “Henceforth, any that question my judgement shall suffer the rack before feeling the bite of the executioner’s axe and my steel-clad boot up their never regions!”

So when a Nibbly Fluff (rated 1.5 on the monster meter) smashed down the outer walls of Castle Grendale, nobody mentioned the fact that a Nibbly Fluff should only have the strength of a spring lamb. Likewise when the Nibbly Fluff tore Sir Gnord’s personal bodyguard to shreds nobody took the trouble to point out that this particular Nibbly Fluff has monstrous claws rather than the usual mole-like paws of it’s brethren. And when the Nibbly Fluff flapped a pair of monstrous leathery wings – that it really shouldn’t possess - and took to the air - like it really shouldn’t do – nobody bothered to ask why a burrowing animal was floating high above their heads like a fart upon a breeze.

“I think it wants to play.” shouted an adviser as he slid down the monsters throat.

“So it would se…” said the stylist as it bit off his head.

Even when the monster breathed fire into the tower, making it glow like a bonfire log, nobody spoke out of turn. How could they? For every man and every beast but Lord Gnord himself was reduced to ash and ruination.

Presently the Nibbly Fluff stood before a cowering Sir Gnord pausing only to decide whether it wanted to eat him or light him up like a candle. It chose the latter. And as Gnord’s armour melted into his soft flesh; and as Gnord’s 10,000 gold pieces became a trickling yellow stream; and as Gnord’s last breath was sucked from his lungs by the heat of the Nibbly Fluff’s fearsome breath the knight said…

“Maybe I am mistaken after all? For I am sure that Nibbly Fluff’s are not known for their halitosis.”

THE END

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This is an abridged version of a story that will appear in a forthcoming project called ‘Tales for Our Times’. As such it can be copied, quoted, altered and generally plagiarised as anyone sees fit.

*A braies is a medieval undergarment.

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If I had as many lives as I have hairs on my head
or drops of blood in my veins,
I would give them all up for this cause,

for the Liberties of England!

John Bastwick (as quoted on Rev Hammer's 'Freeborn John' album)

These are troubled times both for Liberty and for Democracy; each of these concepts is, of course, meaningless without the other. Liberties that took 500 years and countless lives to secure are being rolled back in the name of ’security’ by a self-serving political elite who treat the democratic process and the electorate with undisguised contempt. To cite security as a reason to deny liberty shows that the politicians – on both sides of the Atlantic – have learnt nothing in the 250 years since Benjamin Franklin famously wrote…

“They who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety, deserve neither liberty nor safety.”

from the title page of An Historical Review of the Constitution and Government of Pennsylvania. 1759

In truth it is not just the years that divide today’s politicians from their enlightenment forebears. There was once a commitment – in philosophy at least, if not in practice – to the belief that government should be no more than a tool that exists to guarantee and protect the basic freedoms and liberties of it’s people so that each person might live as full a life as possible. This sentiment was best summed up in the motto “That government is best which governs least” (often attributed to Thomas Jefferson or Thomas Paine, but actually made famous by Henry David Thoreau’s 1849 essay, ‘Civil Disobedience‘ wher he paraphrases the motto of The United States Magazine and Democratic Review: “The best government is that which governs least.”).

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But modern governments are all too willing to try and control every aspect of human life and few of us today feel that government and politicians are acting in the interests of the people.

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The Liberties of England should be our proudest achievement; the social, economic and legal rights enshrined by Magna Carta (both the Great Charter and The Charter of the Forest – see Peter Linebaugh’s ‘The Magna Carta Manifeston: Liberties and Commons for all.‘) have had a global influence beyond the imagination of the Barons who drafted them – and I believe that they will continue to be of immense symbolic importance as we enter the third millennium. These documents were cited during the English, French and American revolutions and were even mentioned during the 1994 Zapatista uprising, but in today’s Britain the basic liberties of habeas corpus, trial by jury, the right to silence, due process and the right to free speech are all being threatened by the government’s supposed attempts at fighting ‘terrorism’ and ‘organised crime’.

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The legal system of England and Wales has never been perfect and is far from impartial, but rather than attempt to democratise the judiciary the Labour government has chosen to bypass it altogether. A fundamental principle of justice is that the same person or authority that brings a criminal allegation against an individual should not then decide whether that person is guilty – i.e. the police make an arrest and then the courts decide upon guilt. This is essential if we believe that a person is  innocent before being proved guilty. But the government’s Anti-Social Behaviour Order (ASBO) and subsequent related laws have effectively made the police-  and, worse still, local authorities – judge, jury and executioner regarding a large number of offences. And despite the Labour government creating over 3000 new criminal offences since 1997 violent crime (all crimes against the person have to be considered the worst possible crimes in a humane society) has risen by nearly 80%.

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Lady Justice - now dumb as well as blind!

In relation to ‘crime’ and the ‘terrorist threat’ we are also witnessing a widespread and ongoing abuse of the basic right to privacy. The famous 16th Century barrister, Sir Edward Coke helped to revive a general interest in Magna Carta and his work would heavily influence both English and American revolutionaries. Coke’s best known statement is arguably…

“For a man’s house is his castle, et domus sua cuique est tutissimum refugium [and each man's home is his safest refuge].”

…from whence we get the quote “An Englishman’s home is his castle”. But today our ‘castles’ are being stormed (or at least placed under seige…) ‘for our own protection’ and privacy has become yet another victim of security.

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The sad truth, of course, is that the more we are denied our hard-fought liberties the weaker our democracy becomes; which, in turn, undermines the government’s claims that the ‘war on terrorism’ is a battle for democracy and freedom. Marcus Aurelius said “The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury.; if we give up an ounce of liberty then we ourselves become an enemy of democracy. Not that we English have much democracy left to lose…

In Britain government (both national and European) is becoming ever more invasive and is slowly creeping into every corner of our lives whilst giving us fewer and fewer opportunities to influence, oppose or even debate important political decisions. In England the situation is even more bleak; since devolution we are the only county in the EU which does not have it’s own parliament or national assembly. For better or worse decisions that directly effect the citizens of England are not solely in the hands of English citizens. The following quote cited by The Witanagemot Club shows the worrying extent of this problem…

Encyclopedia Britannica : England

Outside the British Isles, England is often erroneously considered synonymous with the island of Great Britain ( England , Scotland , and Wales ) and even with the entire United Kingdom . Despite the political, economic, and cultural legacy that has secured the perpetuation of its name, England no longer officially exists as a governmental or political unit—unlike Scotland, Wales, and Northern Ireland, which all have varying degrees of self-government in domestic affairs. It is rare for institutions to operate for England alone. Notable exceptions are the Church of England ( Wales , Scotland , and Ireland , including Northern Ireland , have separate branches of the Anglican Communion) and sports associations for cricket, rugby, and football (soccer). In many ways England has seemingly been absorbed within the larger mass of Great Britain since the Act of Union of 1707.’ — Encyclopedia Britannica, 2004.

This is known as “the West Lothian Question” after a 1977 speech by Tam Dalyell, the then Scottish Labour MP for West Lothian,  in which he stated…

For how long will English constituencies and English Honourable members tolerate… Honourable Members from Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland exercising an important, and probably often decisive, effect on English politics while they themselves have no say in the same matters in Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland?

This situation is further exacerbated by the fact that local governments – which should be on the front line of democracy – have been robbed of any real power. In all but the smallest councils the committee system – which helped local residents have at least some say in local government – has been replaced by dictates from central government, ‘elected mayors’ (or ’strong leaders’), quangos and/or almos – all with the minimum of accountability. In 2006 a report by the Joseph Rowntree Foundation’s  POWER Inquiry concluded that the deep rooted problems with British democracy are “systemic not personal”; in general neither the public nor the politicians are guilty of apathy(though it is the politicians who have the most to gain from the current state of affairs), but the present system creates a high level of political alienation combined with extremely low levels of confidence which, in turn, leaves both the public and the politicians feeling powerless. English Democracy – which has existed on and off  in one form or another since the 7th Century – may not be dead, but it’s in a critical condition.

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Unfortunately no single political party or independent politician is in a position to single-handedly change this worrying state of affairs even if they wanted to. What’s needed is the most far reaching constitutional change to be seen in England since the Civil Wars or the Act of Union! (I am stressing the English problem as the population of England are in a rather unique political situation; citizens of Wales and Northern Ireland are only marginally better off – remember we’re talking solely about democratic rights here – and the citizens of Scotland are in the best position, relatively speaking. But Britain as a whole remains in crisis with regard to liberty and democracy – so Britain as a whole must work towards a solution).

Luckily we are beginning to see the first signs of a much needed people’s movement for change. The aforementioned Joseph Rowntree Trust have just taken over the Real Change campaign which was launched (originally as ‘Magna Carta 2.0′, which I personally thought was a better title) by members of openDemocracy to try and encourage…

  1. An intelligent self-governing citizens’ movement for much better democracy and liberty in Britain
  2. A serious debate about the future of modern democracy, liberty and human rights, drawing on the best of international ideas.

The Real Change site says…

We aim to bring this movement into being through a new group: Real Change: the open politics network. The parties and politicians cannot be relied upon to deliver real change for us [sic]. Citizens have to be in the driving seat. Recent pronouncements by the Prime Minister and the leader of the opposition offer little more than vague and cosmetic changes. “Reform so as to preserve” is still the mantra of the political elite, who hope the wave of popular outrage will once again crash and dissipate into passive acquiescence.

Blogland is awash with people of all political persuasions drawing much the same conclusions. Old differences are being set aside as people realise that ideology will count for nothing if we do not address the current crisis of democracy, liberty and human rights. But this fight will not be won in cyberspace; if we are to protect the Liberties of England we must endeavour to bring the campaign to the people.

What I am about to suggest is not a campaign in it’s own right, it is simply a strategy to get people talking. We need a highly visible, non-partisan, popular symbol to signify a heartfelt commitment to regain, preserve and expand our aforementioned democracy, liberty and human rights. (We also need non-partisan democracy, but that’s another story – or rather another blog post.)

I want to re-introduce the sea-green ribbon as a symbol of liberty and democracy.

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Sea-green ribbons were worn by members and supporters of the Levellers during the English Revolution. The movement began in July 1646 when people came together to petition parliament in an attempt to free John Lilburne, England’s greatest unsung hero, from the Tower of London where he faced the death penalty on grounds of ‘treason’ (Lilburne remains the only man to be tried for treason by both the crown and by parliament). Known as ‘Freeborn John’, Lilburne is admired across the political spectrum because his life physically embodied a sense of freedom that remains an inspiration for us all.

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The Levellers were a short lived movement (thanks mainly to the duplicity and cruelty of Cromwell), but their legacy remains relevant even today. As we can see from their main documents (see Richard Overton’s ‘An Arrow Against All Tyrants‘, ‘The Agreement of the People‘ and ‘An Agreement of the Free People‘) and transcripts of The Putney Debates the Levellers believed in the Liberties of England, equality and social justice. Among other things, Tony Benn (speaking at the annual Levellers Day event in Burford, Oxfordshire) has cited a few central beliefs that he believes would be of significance today (please do not take this as a nod to ‘the left’, I have already stated that the crisis of liberty is such that it is more important than political allegiance – to which I am ‘left-libertarian’)

The Levellers would uphold the rights of the people to recall and replace their parliamentary candidates because of the inalienable sovereignty of the people which no Parliament has any right to usurp.

The Levellers would demand a far greater public accountability by all those who exercise centralised civil, political, scientific, technical, educational and mass media power through the great bureaucracies of the world, and would call for the democratic control of it all.

The Levellers would warn against looking for deliverance to any elite group, whatever its origins, even if it came from the Labour movement, who might claim some special ability to carry through reforms by proxy, free from the discipline of recall or re-election.

The Levellers would argue passionately for free speech and make common cause, worldwide, with those who fight for human rights against tyrants and dictators of all political colours

Also the Levellers called for an elected judiciary and an end to both elitism and elitist terminology with regard to the law. So I do not believe they would have been wholly satisfied with our current legal system and they certainly would have been horrified by the law-making powers of our unelected and unaccountable Brussels commissioners.

With this in mind I feel that the use of the colour Sea-Green as a political/philosophical statement would give provide us with a highly visible and unified identity. Sea-green could easily be adopted by any individual or group who is committed to fighting for the protection and expansion of liberty, democracy and human rights. Now, has anyone got any sea-green cloth?

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Further reading

A. C. Grayling Towards the Light: The Story of the Struggles for Liberty and Rights That Made the Modern West

A concise history of how people fought and died to secure our liberties.

Dominic Raab The Assault on Liberty: What Went Wrong With Rights

How we have lost basic liberties and rights in recent years.

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Great news! The Dragon of Wantley is finally getting some quality airtime :-)

In reply to an earlier post Ian Potter has said…

You might just enjoy this in a couple of weeks time… It’s an idea I’ve been wanting to get on Radio 4 for years, that we finally made this April.

In Search Of The Wantley Dragon
Sunday 30 August
4.30-5.00pm BBC RADIO 4

Poet Ian McMillan is on a quest to find the “Dragon of Wantley”. In his search, he uncovers long-forgotten, violent disputes, a knight clad in locally made armour, pantomimes, operettas and the dragon’s den.

The Dragon Of Wantley is a 17th-century comic poem that was a literary sensation for more than 200 years. It’s a bawdy tale, told in rhyming couplets, about a Sheffield knight who defeats a dragon that’s devouring everything, even children.

In its day, the Yorkshire-based story was as famous as that of Robin Hood – but more than 100 years ago it vanished without trace.

Ian’s pursuit of the Wantley Dragon leads him to discover a hero protected by local steel and a dragon that might actually be a dubious landowner. The trail takes him to meet the dragon’s family and he also learns of vandalism and threats in the 1590s, and hears how the story reached Covent Garden, becoming not only an operetta, but also a circus performance and several pantomimes.

Ian’s quest soon takes him out to the dragon’s den – an eerily quiet cave hidden on a little-known Yorkshire hillside.

I can’t wait, especially as I’m ‘The Barnsley Bard’s’ Number 1 fan!

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Yesterday I said…

anyone who bothers to look at the real, everyday history of the English working class will find a tradition to be – dare I say it… – proud of.

And lo and behold today The Witanagemot Club have linked to a review (in the Financial Times of all places) of a new book by David Horspool entitled ‘The English Rebel: One Thousand Years of Troublemaking from the Normans to the Nineties.

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Jackie Wullschlager’s full review can be found here, but I found the following to be of particular significance…

History belongs to the victors – or as Sir John Harington put it in 1618: “Treason doth never prosper, what’s the reason? / For if it prosper none dare call it treason”. Rebels who fail tend not to build the monuments – castles, palaces, civic squares – that are our visible heritage. Yet, says David Horspool in this vivid, lucid chronicle, rebels have shaped England’s character as incontrovertibly and effectively as the monarchs and law-givers they challenged.

Beginning with the Norman conquest and closing with Arthur Scargill, Horspool argues in The English Rebel that England’s role as coloniser – of its own island, then its archipelago, eventually of a third of the world – shrouds the significance of the rebel tradition at home. Anglo-Saxon uprisings led by “woodsmen” who attacked Norman strongholds, then melted into forests and marshes, belong to a lineage running from the Robin Hood myth to today’s eco-warriors. Five centuries before America’s Bill of Rights, English barons forced King John to accept the Magna Carta, sowing the seeds of constitutional reform. Generations ahead of the French Revolution, the English executed Charles I in favour of a radical government.

Most revolts were short-lived, though their inspiration could last much longer. In the 1980s Margaret Thatcher outmanoeuvred the miners but was brought down by protests against a “community charge” – an issue acquiring political resonance when recast as a “Poll Tax”, a byword for injustice during the Peasants’ Revolt 600 years earlier. That earlier revolt arose from successful reactions by the knights of Edward III against demands to supplement the royal coffers; Horspool shows how, repeatedly, when groups higher up the social ladder reaped rewards from limited rebellions, they exposed those beneath them to greater depredations, as well as passing on examples of violent resistance. So revolt became a crucial undercurrent in the slow progress towards parliamentary democracy.

England’s rebels are illuminating, Horspool says, in the context of today’s “search for English identity, for what makes the English different … addressed with increasing urgency as Scottish, Welsh and Irish identity becomes ever more defined… A book about the Irish, Scottish or Indian rebel would tap into a well-recognised tradition”.

I have a deeply held belief that the Liberties of England are an ancient and ongoing project that has yet – if ever – to reach full fruition. As well as ‘revolt’ being ‘a crucial undercurrent in the slow progress towards parliamentary democracy‘ I think it still has an important part to play in the next phase of English politics. Indeed, in an age of uncertainty, would it be too much to hope that the English Rebel still walks among us?

The English Rebel

Review by Jackie Wullschlager

Published: August 10 2009 05:49 | Last updated: August 10 2009 05:49

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By David Horspool
Viking £25, 432 pages

Despite the leader of the British National Party (BNP), Nick Gri₤₤in, famously calling England ‘a slum’, he claims to love English folk music and has revealed that he intends to launch his own ‘folk’ radio show. But, as with all politicians, he appears to have a hidden agenda.

This weekend the BBC revealed how the BNP used one of Steve Knightly’s songs, ‘Roots’, to raise money for their extreme right political party without his consent. When Steve discovered that one of his songs was being used on the BNP website he said…

“It’s a betrayal of your invention, you feel violated. We try to make music that’s inclusive. And when organisations like the BNP come along and say ‘this music is ours, this isn’t for black people or Jewish people or whatever’ – that’s a betrayal of what you’ve been working for.”

One of Folk Music’s brightest stars, Jon Boden, has also had found his music being taken out of context by the BNP. Along with many (many…) other projects, Jon performs with Bellowheadthe best live music act in the world!!! – and is currently one of the most influential men in British folk music, but he has found that this cannot protect his work from being misappropriated. Jon recorded several tracks for a folk album that he was told would be sold through gift shops, but he was shocked to find that it went on sale to raise money for the BNP. He says…

“The CD was titled ‘A Place Called England’, but suddenly when you see it on the BNP’s website, it takes on a darker significance that you never imagined.”

The problem is that artists have a very limited say about where and how their recorded music is used. So a new initiative is hoping to put an end to the misappropriation of British folk music. ‘Folk Against Fascism (FAF)(the site should be up and running in September, but you can already join the mailing list or their Facebook group) was officially launched at Sidmouth Folk Festival last week. They hope to encourage musicians to include their logo on their CDs to make it awkward for far-right parties to sell the music or to use it for promoting their causes.

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FAF’s logo is, of course, modelled on Woody Guthrie’s famous guitar…

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Guthrie knew the power of music and so does FAF’s founder, Joan Crump, who says…

“Music has been a very powerful political tool, usually for the left. What concerns me is that the BNP could do the same thing from a far-right perspective.”

The BNP are said to be looking for a ‘musical soundtrack’ which will help rally people to their cause. I sincerely hope that FAF can ensure that the BNP don’t hijack folk music for these ends, but I fear that simply labelling the BNP and the far-right as ‘fascist’ may not be enough to defend the music I love. As RedStarCommando’s blog post ‘Give Up Anti-Fascism‘ shows it hasn’t been enough to stop them with regard to elections.

FAF is an important step forward, but if it is to be truly effective it must endeavour to educate people about the real history of folk in general and British folk in particular.

Most folk music is inspired by the working class’ struggle against the oppressive forces of the wealthy and the powerful and is therefore  inherently anti-fascist. Writing in The Guardian recently Marek Kohn said…

Whereas folkish nationalism sees folk music as the culture of a people, some of the most influential strands in revived and reworked folk music have seen folk songs as the culture of “the people”, a group defined in opposition to their lords and masters, rather than to counterparts in other lands. The idea of connecting with the people still strikes chords – and folk’s substantial communist heritage still seems to be regarded as perfectly unproblematic.

But like so many on the left he underplays the importance of a shared cultural history. Interestingly enough he also quoted Steve Knightley who urges the English to “rediscover … their musical identity” because “we need roots”, but responds…

Do we really, though? We need depth and we need substance, but we are not plants. At different times different peoples may need the strength that their roots give them, but at this point in history the English scarcely lack sources of support or enrichment. We enjoy affluence and access to knowledge far beyond the imaginations of those unknowns who created the ballads of the British folk canon.

Apart from ignoring the facts that Britain remains one of the most class divided societies on the planet and that high levels of affluence have brought equally high levels of anxiety, depression and suicide thanks largely to the alienating nature of our rootless consumer existence; this statement reflects a widely held feeling on the left that the cultural history of a country should be abandoned for fear that any positive statement could be confused with ardent nationalism.

But anyone who bothers to look at the real, everyday history of the English working class will find a tradition to be – dare I say it… – proud of.

History, as Alex Haley famously said, “is written by the winners” and English history is usually presented as a list of Kings and Queens which begins in 1066 and peaks with the Victorian imperialism of the British Empire. But this is the history of a privileged and the powerful elite. The real history and culture of England is enshrined by tales (both factual and mythical – i.e. folklore) of everyday people who have stood up to excesses and abuses of power in favour of the Liberties of England as enshrined by Magna Carta (which, as Peter Linebaugh demonstrates in his groundbreaking The Magna Carta Manifesto: Liberty & Commons for All, remain of global importance).

England is the home of Robin Hood and ‘Freeborn’ John Lilburne; Ned Ludd and Wat Tyler; Captain Swing and Bartholomew Steer. An overwhelming number of our popular histories, myths and legends contain within them the core English values of liberty, solidarity, collectivism, mutuality, political radicalism, social justice and self-determinism. We would do ourselves an immense disservice if we were to disregard such a rich cultural heritage in the name of ideology or, worse still, political correctness.

Instead folklorists, historians and musicians should endeavour to present a more balanced view of English history, culture and tradition; one that celebrates the English working class and the Liberties of England. As I attempted to show with regard to the issue of ‘blacking‘ in Border Morris, a deeper understanding of our traditions is the best weapon against fear, hatred and ignorance.

Music may indeed be a powerful tool; but so is knowledge.

Further reading

George Orwell Essays

The essays of George Orwell may have been written over 60 years ago, but they remain relevant to the ‘English experience’ and manage to balance a love of England with a hatred of ardent nationalism. Of particular interest to this article would be The Lion & The Unicorn, My Country Left or Right and Notes On Nationalism.

E. P. ThompsonThe Making of the English Working Class

The book that revolutionised our understanding of English social history.

Paul KingsnorthReal England

Paul Kingsnorth searches for an English cultural and political identity which is based on ‘being’ rather than ‘belonging’, or, as Paul says, “a new type of patriotism, benign and positive, based on place not race, geography not biology.”

The blog for Paul’s book can be found here

Rudgate Brewery of York has won first prize at the CamRAGreat British Beer Festival‘ for their excellent Ruby Mild.

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This is great news – not least because it will make it easier to by this wonderful brew ;-)

Well done Rudgate!

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Not all strange tales begin with the words “Long, long, ago”. The Wisbech ‘Toadmen’ were still in existence between 1918 and 1938 and are more of a memory than a myth.

The term ‘Toadmen’ does tend to conjure up images of monsters from b-movies or comic books; and indeed toadmen have featured in Stan Lee’s ‘The Incredible Hulk’ and Henri Verne’s ‘Bob Morane’ comic strips.

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But the Cambridgeshire Toadmen were not monsters, they were normal men with the gift of controlling horses; a kind of equestrian Cesar Millan.

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Cesar Millan: The Dog Whisperer

They may have been the fenland’s Dr Dolittles, but they did more than just talk to their animals. It is said that a horse that was in the control of the Toadmen would remain completely motionless and would resist all attempts to make it move. But these were no mere horse whisperers, indeed their name itself points to a much darker secret.

The name ‘Toadman’ is said to derive from their elaborate rituals. One account describes them catching a live toad which was then pegged to an ant’s nest. The ants woul eat the toad’s skin and flesh leaving only it’s bones.

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The Toadmen would then keep the bones in their pockets until they were completely dried out. Then, on the night of a full moon, they would take the bones down to a stream and place them in the water where the bones would let out a horrifying scream. Soon a certain bone would become dislodged from the skeleton and begin to float upstream. The Toadmen would fish this bone from the stream and use it to make a strange herbal brew; this would give them their power over horses – and the name ‘Toadmen’.

There is historical evidence to show that the services of Toadmen were employed on farms around Cambridgeshire to help with breeding and other farming matters. It’s likely that they drew their ‘powers’ from an esoteric knowledge of herb-lore and that the use of ritual helped to keep their knowledge secret. Secret knowledge helps to grant a certain amount of power to those ‘in the know’, but it’s also worth remembering that people who used traditional, pagan remedies would once have been persecuted by the Church for their beliefs.

The demise of the Toadmen is a sad reminder that we can sometimes forget as much as we learn. It would have been interesting to see what modern pharmacology could have done with the this fenland ‘magic’.

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Image from Fantasy Horse Wallpaper

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Living the Legend…

The best way to understand and enjoy British Folk-Tales is to visit the places which inspired them. Cambridgeshire has so much to offer that it’s hard to decide where to begin; one good place to start is here. Wisbech is known as the capital of The Fens, an area drained by Dutch engineers in the 17th Century which offers nearly a million acres beautiful black soil and wildlife-rich waterways.

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'A wet morning in the fens' by Ashley Baldwin-Smith
This article was adapted from information provided by “The Lore of the Land: A Guide to England’s Legends, from Spring-Heeled Jack to the Witches of Warboys.” (Penguin Books, 2005).