BY GARY MCGHEE Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky tacky Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes all the same. There’s a green one and a pink one And a blue one and a yellow one, And they’re all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same. (Malvina Reynolds – Little Boxes) The new house building … Continue reading Little Boxes
BY GARY MCGHEE Mind your heads oiks, the Class Ceiling has lowered. Some ‘Arts Report’ produced by research Sociologists at Edinburgh University looking into the under-representation of groups in the Arts/Media was knocked out recently and titled ‘Where are the working class people?’ (We’re where we’ve been for a long time, Ophelia darling, at the back of the queue for the plum jobs and opportunities.) … Continue reading The Class Ceiling
BY GARY MCGHEE Deary, deary, me. 3rd wave ‘radical feminism’ is getting itself into a terrible pickle over this Transgender malarkey. Entertaining though it is from a feet-up, popcorn munching vantage point, it appears that it has got itself bogged down in a load of gender identity tit-for-tat with men in tasteless frocks, bad wigs and inconvenient dangly bits. To be or not to be … Continue reading The Elephant in the Women’s Room
BY GARY MCGHEE It was three years ago when his nibs and I finally made the plunge. We’d talked about it, planned it, yearned for it and viewed property hither and thither. Then the day finally came when the financial ducks were all lined up in a pretty little row, ready to be shot at. So, we actually left the big shitty forever, and moved … Continue reading Not the Only Gays in the Village
