Wednesday, September 12, 2007
And so the Great White Hope comes riding to the rescue.
Cometh the hour, cometh the man.
Step forward the lugubrious Phil Redmond, self-styled man of the people, multi-millionaire and purveyor of ubiquitous Scouse stereotypes.
Some have greatness thrust upon them, Redmond has thrust his greatness upon us (oooeeer missus, eds)
Redmond is now, apparently, hailed the saviour of Capital of Culture, determined to stop the rot, end the nonsense and finally connect Culture with the people it is meant to serve.
He has been appointed to lead Capital of Culture into the sunlit uplands of 2008, after the second Night of the Long Knives at the Culture Company Board.
First they were 24.
Now they are just six.
We hesitate to say 'we told you so'.
Oh alright then, we don't hesitate at all.
WE TOLD YOU SO!
The Culture Board was a washed-out and washed-up collection of Henshaw's tame yes men and women, who were neither use nor ornament to the great city of Liverpool.
Like the powerless Lib Dems, who sat wringing their hands in despair on the sidelines, the Culture Board betrayed the city of Liverpool and its people.
They fiddled about while the city burned with indignation.
And Redmond is just as culpable as the rest of a Board which all sat silently on their hands while the Harbarrowboy fucked over Liverpool, good style.
Not one of them raised a voice in complaint (except the principled Joe Anderson of course, eds)
Not one of them dared to have the courage to say enough is enough.
Not one of them tried to stop the Culture Co bollocksing up the city's big chance.
They stayed schtum and silent, when they should have been shouting from the rooftops.
They are all - including Mr Phil Redmond - complicit in this comprehensive failure.
Will we get an apology?
Will we buggery.
And now we are asked to pin our hopes and put our faith in the silent one?
The man who earned his fortune on the backs of Liverpool people by caricaturing the city with ugly Scouse stereotypes?
The man who gives professional Scousers a bad name?
The man who thinks that speaking up for Liverpool means saying nothing?
You must be out of your tiny mind.
We have no confidence in Redmond. We never have had any confidence in him.
He has done fuck all in the last two years and deserves to be fucked off like the rest of them. He has proved our point.
And we particularly lack any confidence in the new Redmond regime, when Deputy Dawg is the Fireman Bradley who demonstrates his powerlessness with each passing second that the Harbarrowboy survives.
The Redmond regime will make the right noises (with the right accent - carefully preserved by a strict diet of honey and roses, eds).
But he will not bring the enduring change for the better that Liverpool needs.
Nor will he seriously consult the staff at the Culture Company who have been working hard to leave a tangible legacy, despite the handicap of the Harbarrowboy's mis-management.
Oh no, instead he will dream up a few typically tabloid schemes to buy off the limp Echo - and then suddenly proclaim 2008 a great success.
Some will be fooled by the fireworks. But we won't. We have had years of Lib Dem spin that everything in the garden is rosy. We know what's what.
Take a trip to Speke, matey. Or Croccy. Or anywhere in north Liverpool.
See if you can spot a rosy garden there.
And who ever gave Redmond the authority to lead the people's Capital of Culture, anyway?
The people certainly did not.
No-one consulted US.
No-one elected him.
No-one can fire him.
And who will hold him to account for 2008?
Give us a break.
Self-appointed, self-interested, self-selecting.
Nothing ever changes.
PS While the knife was being wielded on the Culture Company, the Harbarrowboy is away in Spain putting the finishing touches to his retirement home. He will be gone with a huge pay-off inside the next month with some spin about his job being done.