the dark side.

Sorry for my absenteeism,I've been a very busy woman. From camping behind a pub in Berwick with my boyfriend and his friends,to enduring my mother's first brush with chemotherapy,the last month of my summer vacation from university has been a blast in many respects.

And it's about to get a hell of a lot better.

After months of umming and aahing about politics,my boyfriend moved to the Labour Party in April of this year. I actually don't blame him for that decision,the reason why I will explain in a minute. You see,politics is very much like religion,full of groups of people who think they are the bee's knees,but are in fact are a bunch of bitches. After meeting my boyfriend in the party that I'm currently in,he became ostracised by people who followed the crowd and didn't like his opinion,opting to take a more long winded route that in short,is a damn waste of time.

So after a talk with his friend back home,he decided to nip it in the bud,and leave the party. A lot of things have happened in the last few months,for example,the infamous expenses scandal,where many MPs resigned. A Sociology lecturer got kicked out of his job at Salford Uni around the same time for producing satirical pamphlets that took the mickey out of the Business School. The campaign that my boyfriend and many people that we mutually knew fell through because the Student Union decided to withdraw funding. All these events happened within 2 months,because the powers that be were corrupt and decided to bully people.

What I'm trying to say is that I've come to the end of my time. The penny has dropped and I've had enough of hypocrites criticising those who have accepted their wrongs and done the right thing,instead of bullying others and making class enemies because they're too insecure. I've found a decent alternative,which I can afford and doesn't break the bank (one squid a year to be exact). I'm not a lunatic,I think I'm being quite rational in this respect and at least I know I won't be stabbed in the back this time around,like my boyfriend was. I'm not going to sit in a room in Salford next week and criticise Hazel Blears for a mistake she's evidentally atoned for by resigning. I want my sense of humanity and my Saturday mornings back. I want to watch my Mum get better,without worrying that she's stone broke funding a financially insecure party,and not exhausting myself to the point where I can't look after her and start losing weight again because I end up eating pizza on a Tuesday night instead of cooking myself a meal. I can still be a member of the left without running myself into the ground.

So I'm joining Labour myself.