Friday, July 21, 2006

A sort of Fond Farewell to Ted

First of all as avirgin blogger, apologies if this message is only half sent or whatever. I promise I will get the hang of it.

It seems very appropriate for my first blog to say goodbye to my former leader Ted Grant. I have sat through many a conference, and many meeting listening to the same speech which always ended with that chopping hand gesture and his usual mantra - "A Socialist Britain, a Socialist Europe and a Socialist World".

During the eighties when I was a dedicated Millie member (even though there was no such organisation, with no members who never met regularly !),I met Ted several times. He always stuck me as a rather dotty but sweet old uncle who was wheeled out at family occasions to add a bit of gravitas now and again. I could never understand why so many of the "comrades "held him in such awe. Undoubtedly a smart bloke, but being in his company was a bit like wandering around some dusty old department store that had really had its day.

Probably my enduring memory of him is swapping vegetarian recipes in the back of a taxi ,on a cold Birmingham night and him addressing me as "young lady".

So bye Ted, and bye to dawn paper sales outside factories, nationalising the top two hundred monopolies, donkey jackets and doc marten boots and making large contributions to the Fighting Fud.

Just where exactly did all that money go ? But that's another story !


Anonymous Boogski said...

Wanderslore said:
"Just where exactly did all that money go?"

A corrupt Commie? Say it ain't so! Surely capitalism is to blame. :D

Rest in peace, ya ol' Commie bastard.

7:03 PM  
Blogger Darren said...

Don't be too hasty comrade,

Donkey jackets will never go out of fashion.

7:04 PM  
Anonymous boogski said...

No doubt.

Favorite line from the piece:

being in his company was a bit like wandering around some dusty old department store that had really had its day.

Anyone from a small town can relate to that. Excellent. :)

10:08 PM  
Anonymous Brynley said...

I was never in Ted Grant's outfit, but sat through one or two of his lengthy public speeches.

This was performance art as Delphic dullness, the very opposite of flamboyant rhetoric, it all built up to a conclusion which you knew in advance and was the same every time.

It was dintinctive, well achieved and had a slighly hypnotic quality, which probably explains the accurate tales of imitators doing the hand gestures.

4:31 AM  

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