In Labour's 1997 manifesto there was something tucked away about judging a country by how it cared for its natural world. Another measure of economic and political priorities could be gleaned from the Theatre critics it would appear.
Just in case you've forgotten why you must never, and I mean never, vote Tory, the Torygraph gives us this little gem in its arts pages with the review of Chekov's 'The Cherry Orchard';
But there is little hope in Chekhov's play, unless you are a rabid Marxist, which sees a family we have greatly come to care about heading for the most desperate of futures.
Which translates as, "In a credit crunch, let's support the land-owning classes, even if by their wilful negligence they have brought themselves to the brink of ruin, and by the way we don't give a stuff about the people who who used to have jobs working for them."
The Torygraph is enough to make anyone into a rabid Marxist, and given that I'm really only a lovable leftie, that's saying something. Grrr.
