Vote David Allison#3 for Barrhead, Liboside and Uplawmoor!

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So as you’ll probably have gathered if you were paying attention on other channels, I didn’t get elected last week.

The hard work of the past year was there in all the 2nd and 3rd preferences beside my name, but unfortunately I just didn’t get enough 1st preferences to keep me in the race long enough for that to matter. No shame in losing in a tightly contested ward like Barrhead, Liboside and Uplawmoor, but I’m still struggling with the fact that the Tory candidate did so well – well enough to get elected over sitting Labour and SNP councillors, never mind a newcomer like me!

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It’s easy to shrink back in horror when you see Tory gains up and down the country, and on a personal level I definitely need to catch my breath and sort out my living situation, but I only decided to get involved in politics because I realised I didn’t want to look back and know I hadn’t done everything I could to stop the world from becoming one big bin fire. Today’s result doesn’t change that, and my fellow Greens and I can be proud that we gave ourselves over to this campaign entirely, that we did it for the right reasons, and that we had something to say that was of value to people’s lives.

We can do better in the future. We’ll have to. Things won’t get any better unless we keep at it, whether that means standing in elections or getting involved in local community campaigns or just trying to actually talk to people and work out what you can do to help them then doing it.

Nationally, I’m proud of my party for focusing on public services and local democracy instead of adding to the noise and panic of the moment. Closer to home, I know that this is only the start for Greens in East Renfrewshire and that our next campaign will be better for the massive efforts of everyone involved in this one. Finally, on a personal note, I know in my heart that this was the first time in the best part of a decade that I’ve really put myself out there for something I’ve believed in. The result is going to be raw for a while, but I know I’ll be able to look back on the effort I put in to this campaign with pride.

Shout outs to my fellow candidate Laura Stevens, who has been there for me throughout this unusually intense and surreal experience. It’s probably for the best that our messenger conversations will never be leaked to the world because there have been points where it’s all gone a bit Mean Girls, but it’s safe to say that without Laura I would have crumpled.

I’m gutted that the people of Ward 4 won’t be represented by such a shamelessly committed and intelligent candidate, but I’m sure the fact that they’ll be getting a new train station at Williamwood will see them through the hard times to come.

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Much love also needs to go to my fellow manifesto superstars Jack and Ross, who were a pleasure to spend time with at stalls, leaflet runs and canvassing sessions. We may not get to Protect those Services together this time out, but thanks to your efforts on the streets and as part of the comms team the people of East Ren definitely know that we’re out there fighting for an alternative to more of the same.

Shoma, Jaana and Suze – you would all make better councillors than me, and your support has meant the world over the past few months. Unlike me, you didn’t bore the world selfless with your selfies, you just did more than anyone could have asked from you and you’ve all given me a lot to think about over the past couple of years.

Johnny Clark is like a leafletting goalkeeper, no one gets past him, and alongside Alison, Fiona and Ewan he was responsible for my warmest polling day moment. You guys are so lovely you’ll have to be careful or you’ll wake up one morning to find out I’ve moved into your house – given my current circumstances, this might happen sooner rather than later!

Corinne – your kindness in a difficult moment will not be easily forgotten and I hope you know how much it meant to me.

Jennifer – our paths didn’t cross this time but it’s always a pleasure when they do!

Lynn and the other David A – our paths crossed only briefly on this campaign but again it was pure pleasure!

Alison Murray does the best design work in Scottish politics and she suffered my neurosis well while we were working on leaflets and newsletters together. Alison, you make me look good, and if the bathroom mirror I looked in earlier tonight can be trusted that’s no easy task!

Colin and Ciaran both bring a sense of reason and clarity to our conversations that balances out my manic tendencies. You guys are so smart and funny that I can almost forgive you for the fact I scorched my eyeballs while loading canvassing results onto DORAS.

Jim Densham is a campaigning legend and without him I would have struggled to get out of bed on time never mind get on the ballot. We didn’t get over the line this time but when we do, we’ll all know the part you’ve played in getting us there and I hope you will too.

Finally, while all of my non Green pals have been more encouraging and indulgent of me than I’ve had any right to expect, Karen has been an absolute hero. She’s not just had to live with a permanently distracted bawheid of a boyfriend during a difficult period, she’s had to listen to a lot of tedious speechifying too – no small ask for someone who could be doing almost anything else with her time!

Karen, I don’t deserve you but I hope to one day.

Aaaaaand that’s enough from me for now. I’ll congratulate those fellow candidates who were successful another day, and commiserate with those who had a rough day whenever they’re up for it.

Right now I just need a rest – maybe you need some too?

All my love,
David Xxx

Too late to use, have some Edinburgh Fringe reviews!

Silver Lining & Jacksons Lane: ThrowbackUnderbelly Circus Hub on the Meadows (show run done now, dunno if it’ll pop up elsewhere later)

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After having negotiated a bit of street theatre where seemingly random punters formed up and demonstrated the effectiveness of the Roman phalanx with their umbrellas, we went to the circus by accident!

My girlfriend loved it;  I definitely don’t regret it! ’90s pop, a loose charm and acrobatic beauty dried coats + held rain at bay.  I’m not qualified to tell you whether the advertising blurb’s telling the truth when it says this show features rising stars of British circus, but there was plenty of charisma in the room and it worked as well on sodden critics and eager children.

The Elephant Girls New Town Theater, 15.30pm, 25th-28th August

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A solid one-woman play, but given the density of info and clash of class/gender/history/sexuality conjured up in the hour long timescale, is that really all?

I don’t mean to be harsh.  This tale of repressed truths and London gangland girls was well crafted, and revealed itself slowly and steadily.  The only trouble is, it felt like it could have been doing something more.

If I figure out what you’ll know when I’ve scripted a play of my own.

Loud PoetsScottish Storyelling Centre, 21.00, 25th-29th August

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Loud Poets can make you hang on a dice roll or hold yr breath for resolution. It all feels like an event. Needless to say, they are all utter bastards.

Shout outs to Tanya Evanson, who was the surprise guest on the night that we saw them, for adding cosmiconscious seasoning into the mix. Her words moved through time and space and when she pointed at me and it felt like magic.

Your guest will bring something else to the table; I hope they will be equally special.

Wil Greenway: The Way The City Ate the Stars Underbelly Med Quad, 16.10, 25th-28th August

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An uncommonly beautiful juggling act, somehow the viewpoint expands as it homes in on a group of disparate characters heading to the same location. By the end you will be aware that Wil Greenway gives latecomers time/attention. & love.

Fraser Geesin: Jack of All Polymaths48 Below, 20.45, 25th-28th August

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Total guff! When Scottish comics twitter descended on this show the comedian (Dr Fraser Geesin BA Hons) complained that we laughed too much and didn’t mention X-Men once in the ensuing “comedy” set!

For real though, Fraser’s a pal, so I know that he’s worried his stand-up’s too arch.  He shouldn’t be.  Fraser’s a big man with a caramel voice, and he’s not shy about looking ridiculous so the laffs come easy.

#TapsAff all the way big yin – yassssss!

The Recipe

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Here,
know what the worst part
of having a panic attack
about provoking a panic attack is?

It feel like performance art.
This thought… doesn’t help.
Hinders.
Makes it all feel like a symptom of an obvious lack.

This sort of chat got us here in the first place though,
head up the arse: nyum nyum nyum nyum!

Really Positive Response (Ltd.)

Okay, so once you get over the hangover/intense sense of mortification, it turns out that standing in the street in a stupid jacket trying to convince people you know how to save the world is fun.

Who knew?

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Don’t worry, I’ll slip out of campaign mode in a minute!

First: it’s always important to remember how little political nerd points and twitter beefs matter to most folk, and it genuinely did feel like we had something to say to anyone who wanted a more involved conversation, which was reassuring. If I wanted to “win” at politics on the internet, I’d have stayed a twitter Marxist forever: I’m only bothering to embarrass myself like this because I genuinely think there’s an opportunity to nudge a bit of power back into peoples’ hands, and to build towards a future that’s not totally horrible for everyone.

Anyway, enough blether, on to some of the funnier/less friendly responses!

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High Rise // Ruin Value // Alt Mix

I keep thinking about High Rise and Dredd. It’s an obvious comparison, maybe – as my main man Mister Attack says, it’s there in all the establishing shots – but also a strangely inappropriate one on some levels. We’re dealing with the wrong sort of carnivalesque here, I think, and that makes me wonder: what would it take to establish these soap opera grotesques in a stern action movie context?

Maybe an unsubtle political joke? One you might find in a narky, anti-authoritarian kids comic? One that might work better in 2000AD than it does in a J.G. Ballard adaptation?

Enter the voice of Lady Thatcher, invoked by an unfussed child who has spent the whole movie straining to glimpse the future through the carnage, those withering tones broadcasting over a makeshift radio, talking about market capitalism and the triumph of individual freedom:

Well, okay, that’s from Hellblazer #3 by John Ridgway and Jamie Delano, but you get the idea.

Wheatley, Jump, Hiddlestone and co perform a series of demolitions in High Rise, all of which are more effectively executed than certain real world efforts in my neck of the woods have been – if less slick than others.

In the source novel, Ballard collapses Royal’s vision of building as crucible into Laing’s professional purview: social space blurs into inner space, and is transformed into a strange parody of the workings of the mind // a testament to its capacity for destruction. Wheatley and Jump collapse Ballard’s vision into something far grubbier, a lower order of unreality, one full of League of Gentleman-esque grotesques, slow motion dance scenes, and moments where it seems that the audience may yet dream their way into a Benny Hill sketch. Some viewers have been repelled by the film’s deliberatelydated bacchanalia, but this sort of discord is Wheatley and Jump’s speciality.

I’ve not seen Down Terrace but Kill List, Sightseers and A Field In England are equal parts mystical England and mysteriously persistent bowel complaint, and so it proves with the urban alienation of High Rise. The big ideas are still there, in other words, communicated in the Gilliam-edged simulation of period details, in matter of fact dialogue that matches Portishead’s cover of Abba’s ‘SOS’ for manic joylessness, and in cuts that don’t so much jump as flicker (like failing lights // firing neurons?).

Why, then, does the movie need to underline its demonstration of the way grand modernizing plans and atomized/liberated living condition can act as multipliers of brutality by gazing out at the audience and saying “A bit like Thatcher, innit?”

These flaws are built into the foundation of the work, in the occasional Watchmen-esque dialogue that doesn’t so much ask as demand that the viewer see double – Laing is “finished” at the start of the movie, and concludes it by explaining that he has been talking “to the building” in case you hadn’t realized that you were already living there. Like the final flourish, these elements feel like they belong in other modes/media. To keen to make a case for their cleverness, they somehow make the film feel trashier than it otherwise might, opening up the path to Dredd ramping in on his Lawmaster, or the Attack the Block crew stepping up to defend the whole mess from getting even worse.

These are the only things that you can build on these shaky foundations: enjoyment of a lightly ironized authoritarianism, or the thrill of finding a sort of desperate camaraderie in the ruins. I’ve thrilled at less before and will again, but honestly, it’s not enough and you know it.

If High Rise has any true value it’s in reigniting the urge to rip it up and start again.

In the end, this is one program of urban regeneration I can actually get behind. Better to demolish High Rise than to continue to live in it, and even if I don’t want to pretend that my aesthetic critiques – critiques of weaknesses so tantalising that I could fill them with fan fiction, small textual insecurities that show me the ways I find to survive here a little too clearly – are a substitute for new social thinking, this combative mode is more promising than Laing’s sense of equilibrium in chaos.

Look outside: the future’s already here // already ruined. What are you going to do with it?

Five Questions for the Future of Scottish Politics – an update!

Back in October, I asked five questions about the future of Scottish politics.  The idea was to look at questions that would be pertinant over the next few years, but a lot of my thinking was based on the EU referendum being held in 2017 rather than in three months’ time, so this gives me a reasonable excuse to look at these issues again.

What can I say, as much as the 2015 general election took it out of me, I didn’t foresee this horror:

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Once you’re done applying the mind bleach, let’s have a look at those questions again and see if any of them have been answered or otherwise made redundant…

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One from the notepad

I found this poem about my dad while I was clearing out some old notes last week.  As far as I can remember I decided not to do any more work on this because I thought the concept was a bit too sentimental, but I’ll allow myself the indulgence in the circumstances.

‘Remember that time at Universal Studios?’

“There I am, just walking about!”
So strange now that my dad’s mobility
Is confined to old VHS tapes
A relic of dead technology.

Forget about the new stuff, the chair
The hoist, the lift – nah!
If you want to get back up the stairs
You’ll find a black box there to do the trick.

Fast forward, rewind, up and down he goes:
Fuck starring in Star Trek, this is magic!