NED’S BLOG
On Being Good. Or Not. Discuss.
Citizens! Ah. The quietitude of Covid-19. The tranquility of isolation. Solitude gone viral. Ned has been most disinclined to disturb serenity with the blare of rant. But as the tide of plague appears locally to ebb, and the chattering classes ramp up once more, he’s inclined, he’s inclined. So. On being good. Or not. To …
Why Moralists Lose Elections
Citizens! To offer respite from the swirling, ubiquitous discourse on The Plague, Ned returns to a political matter under discussion before we were so rudely interrupted: the burning question of why moralists lose elections. Brexit. Trump. Morrison. Johnson. 4 out of 4! OMG! How on earth could this possibly have happened? OMFG! And after each …
A Workingman’s Cemetery : Episode 39
Citizens! Ned continues his tour of a small but crowded workingman’s cemetery once servicing the northern coalfields and unearths..Nerida Louise Humphries. (For the complete collected stories, visit Menu/A Workingman’s Cemetery) RIP 39. NERIDA LOUISE HUMPHRIES 1933 – 2010 Peace Nerida Humphries’ husband, a suburban solicitor, left her after twenty years of marriage to relocate to …
NED LUDD : MY STORY
Citizens!
My name is Edward Ludd. Or Ludlum. Or Ludlam. Ned. I am also known, in machine-breaking circles, as King, General, and Captain Ludd.
I was born, so I am told, of indistinct parentage, sometime, somewhere, in and around Leicester.
A skilled weaver by trade, my livelihood was destroyed by machinery which required so little skill it could be operated by children. And was. For pitiful wages. In foul conditions. Day and night. For a machine does not eat or sleep.
Thus the mill owner grew rich at my expense.
Seeing my way of life, and so my family, destroyed, I resolved to cause trouble and thereby bring notice to my plight.
Residing in Sherwood Forest, I caused trouble in Nottinghamshire. Thence, travelling extensively, I caused trouble in Derby, in the West Riding of Yorkshire, and in Lancashire.
I found many people in similar destitution, of like mind, to cause trouble with me.
We will not rest. Our numbers grow. If justice be not done, if working folk be naught but a disposable commodity, we will cause trouble forevermore.
I am told that, nowadays, even our graves are dug by machine.
A soul will not rest in a hole dug by machine.
Ned
Remember: Cause trouble. And teach your children well.
*thankyou, Eric Hobsbawm
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