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		<title>Stuart Maconie &#8211; The Nanny State Made Me</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[In unprecedented times we are getting unprecedented state intervention, by a Tory government of all things. We have never been prouder of the NHS, that symbol of democracy,&#8230;]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In unprecedented times we are getting unprecedented state intervention, by a Tory government of all things. We have never been prouder of the NHS, that symbol of democracy, which is getting symbolic support through weekly applause, if not practical and financial help. UK railways have been part nationalised under emergency powers. Supermarket trips involve lengthy queues and a limit on the number of items that can be bought. Financial aid is akin to a Universal Basic Income. Even in 1948 Beveridge could not have foreseen this.</p>
<p>But witty and erudite Stuart Maconie wrote his love letter to the welfare state long before coronavirus hit the world. <em>The Nanny State Made Me: A Story of Britain and How to Save It</em> sees Maconie tell Britain&#8217;s Welfare State story through his own history of growing up as a northern working class boy. He champions building a fairer and more just society that looks beyond profit and loss, and takes care of its fellow citizens.</p>
<p>He visits hospitals and doctors surgeries, and hears how increasing bureaucracy is stopping them care for patients. He goes to old factory towns and learns how life stopped once the doors were shut for the final times. He revisits his old schools, which includes a grammar school, and explores whether they were really a leg up for poorer schools, or just added elitism. And, man after my own heart, he spends time in the library, that bastion of educational and cultural democracy.</p>
<p>When I do those ‘where do you fall on the political spectrum?’ quizzes I come out more left than Lenin. Yet I wasn’t convinced by Maconie, love him though I do. It’s all too easy to romanticise the past, believe that we can return to fairer days. The welfare state needs a big overhaul. He’s right about that. And I like that he comes at this from an ideological point of view – like, let’s just all look out for each other. That’s how we should approach all policy making – from a place of heart and feeling, followed up by the practicalities. If only it was that simple.</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[Giles Smith – Lost in Music &#8211; A Pop Odyssey 1993, Picador This book is about music. That is, music, ‘a monumentally life-affirming force, proof of the raging&#8230;]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>Giles Smith – Lost in Music &#8211; A Pop Odyssey</strong><em><br />
1993, Picador</em><br />
This book is about music. That is, music, ‘a monumentally life-affirming force, proof of the raging heart and the raging pulse.’<br />
Telling tales of his own long term relationship with music, from the first incriminating piece of vinyl, through tours with his band The Cleaners From Venus, and justifying his 10CC obsession, Smith’s lucid prose transforms this book from a document to a journey, one that although peppered with anecdotes and heavily saturated with the personal, resonates with the journey that everyone who has ever felt their heart begin to pulse as the play button clicks, serotonin skidding in as a simple chord seduces you, and worshipped at the shrine of strums and drums, has been on.<br />
Perceptive thoughts on what Tony Blair’s musical preferences reveal about his political leanings, and the solipsistic nature of pop, as well as some very well observed facts (‘No one does air piano’) means that this is more than just a self-indulgent diary of a personal obsession.<br />
Whether you substitute T-Rex for Wham, or Nirvana, or JLS, all can identify with the joyous, painful, rollercoaster of an emotional trip that a favourite band takes you on.<br />
This funny, sharp account of the most important love affair a person has is well worth reading, and re-reading.<br />
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</strong><strong>Stuart Maconie &#8211; Cider With Roadies</strong><br />
<em>2004, Ebury</em><br />
As a lifelong fan, guitarist, promoter and writer, having spent years on the NME, Stuart Maconie is more than qualified to record the strange world of music journalism (making up stories, missing deadlines, travels with the band, and bizarre readers letters).<br />
It isn’t just a ‘this is my career’ book, but lucid prose celebrating the power of music to lift the spirits, liberate the soul, banish ailments and fix all social ills. The primordial instinct that drives people to give their lives to music, not just have it as the soundtrack is evident in this convivial account.<br />
The account of life on the New Musical Express is an interesting mini record of the magazine’s journey from a well respected authority where every music fan dreamed of being a hack, to a pretentious and fashion obsessed glossy, and is a good addition to other rants and praises about the music press.<br />
Parts seem apocryphal – does anyone really believe that The Beatles were Maconie’s first record, love and brush with the famous – but the wisecracks and passion with which he paints this musical landscape means that the less humble moments don’t stop its luminosity.<br />
Mainly Maconie reminds us that deep inside everyone who works in the business is the same flame that was ignited years ago by one chord, one note, or one song. Like he says, we are all „incorrigible romantics, sleepwalking from crush to crush, stuck in an infatuation that began all those years ago in an upstairs bedroom.</p>
<p align="right">Francesca Baker</p>
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