Saint Derek Jarman's legacy

This evening several queer, quaint and quintessentially unalliterative people gathered at a picture house in Hackney to celebrate Derek Jarman.

We watched his film "The Garden".

Afterwards, the people who loved him talked to the people who knew him. The people who knew him talked to the people who met him. The people who met him talked to the people who had heard of him. The people who had heard of him talked to the people who had seen a clip of of his films.

And then, being Hackney - we all talked to each other.

There may be no such thing as Society but there sure as fuck is something called Community.

I know. I am there.

Rejoicing? I don't think so.

The Thatcher History

1975 – She won the Leadership

1979 – She became PM

1981 – She slashed public spending

1982 – She fought and won an unjust war

1984 – She destroyed our industrial communities

1986 – She sold our press to Murdoch

1987 – She demonised homosexuality

1988 – She ruined our relationship with Europe

1990 – She retired, with tears but good grace

2013 – She died in luxury at the Ritz Hotel

 

She won. We lost.

Why are we “rejoicing”?