There has always been a disconnect in my mind between the grim portraits of the UK painted by UK Leftist writers (a few can be found at the right, and still many more from their links) and the fact that there are so many people painting those portraits. Not that, fashionable University alpha-students toting copies of the lastest Zizek notwithstanding, politics is a social club, or at least, not that it should be, but I always wonder how bad it could really be there when there are so many to at least allow for commiseration down at the local pub.
Well I think I get it now. Things are grim. But there are humans left there.