Spending a prolonged time with my right-wing husband over the summer holidays is proving a trial. Even an innocent cycling trip with the children from London to Eastbourne ended up as a Tory tour. When we stopped for provisions at a shop outside Croydon, Andrew (the husband) suddenly exclaimed with glee that we were just down the road from the Selsdon Park hotel. It turned out that this was the place Edward Heath went with his shadow cabinet in early 1970 for a brainstorming session.
Harold Wilson declared that this was where Selsdon Man was created, an uncouth Neanderthal intent on building “a system of society for the ruthless and the pushing, the uncaring”. Luckily it was not thought be worth a detour. That night we reached Ashdown House. Yes, on the edge of Ashdown Forest, a stick’s throw from Pooh Corner, lies Boris Johnson’s former prep school. Here we were reliably informed that Boris did Greek before breakfast. Next year we are going to Jarrow.
I was upset when we got home to read about the travails of the Travelodge hotels and their threatened closure. The ones on A roads outside small towns are apparently most at risk. We stayed in a particularly accommodating Travelodge near Hailsham (another Tory name) on the A22. It was the only hotel that had space, a family room for four cost £68 and they kindly allowed us to keep the bikes in our room. We were woken in the middle of the night by the sound of gushing water. I thought someone might have attempted suicide in the room above. Andrew just urged me to go back to sleep but it seemed possible to me that the ceiling would collapse on top of the kids.
I went downstairs to raise the alarm. A friendly man who was dealing with the laundry as well as the front desk assured me it was a broken gutter.
Are you local?
Back in my ward of Highgate, north London, a border dispute has broken out. It is being borne in on me that a lot of politics is about territory and who controls it, and the coalition government’s Localism Act allows this to be played out on a micro level. What the new act does is allow local groups of people to have a say in planning policy for their neighbourhood. This might make sense in a country village but is hard in London. For, in order to define a neighbourhood, the forums, as the groups are called, have to draw up maps and therein lies the rub. In my ward, Highgate Neighbourhood Forum (at the top of the hill) has decided to include Highgate Cemetery and Waterlow Park on its map. The adjoining Dartmouth Park Neighbourhood Forum (also in my ward) is not sure that is fair. And what’s worse, Dartmouth Park is facing a possible incursion by Kentish Town Neighbourhood Forum on its southern border a few streets away. Various treaties will have to be negotiated.
Six feet under
I can see why anyone might want to have Highgate Cemetery on their territory. The more modern, eastern part, home to Karl Marx, Ralph Miliband and Philip Gould, is wonderful in its way, full of north London poets, thinkers and painters. Wandering round the graves feels a bit like being at a radical fantasy cocktail party. But the jewel is the old cemetery on the west side of the road. I was lucky enough to be in a group taken round the other day with Ian Dungavell, director of the Victorian Society, who starts as chief executive of the cemetery on 1 September.
The cemetery is stuffed full of Victorian mausoleums. Radclyffe Hall is here, with flowers still laid frequently at the door of her tomb, and so is the pre-Raphaelite muse Lizzie Siddal, wife of Dante Gabriel Rossetti, who subsequently had her grave dug up to retrieve some unpublished poems he had buried with her in the first transports of grief. Plots there are like gold dust but dear Beryl Bainbridge has found her way in and so has Alexander Litvinenko.
Caps don’t fit
In the less enchanted world of the living, so-called welfare reform is about to hit like a tsunami. I am chairing a panel on the subject and it is difficult to understand how harsh the consequences are going to be. Many of the people affected have been in denial. They don’t respond to letters and council officers are now going out to visit them. Localism means that from April 2013 Camden Council is going to be forced to implement benefit caps through housing benefit: that is, not paying it at all to anyone who is getting more than £500 a week of other benefit (likely to affect Camden families on benefit that have four children or more).
These families will probably be forced out of their London homes and resettled in Luton, Leicester or Bradford, away from friends, support networks and familiar schools. I find it astonishing how many people say that if you are on benefit you shouldn’t have more than two children. But what if you lose your job, or your partner is beating you up? And anyway, what’s wrong with children?
Dark is rising
In the current world of the “ruthless and the pushing, the uncaring”, it is women who are being most affected, as if supporting women is something that can only be done in good times.
We in Camden have set up an equality task force to look at equality across the board. Recently, what shocked me most, though, is the restriction being put on women over the age of 25 getting contraception. It has not yet happened in Camden, but the latest report from the All-Party Parliamentary Group on Sexual and Reproductive Health says older women in other parts of London, including Haringey and Tower Hamlets, are being refused treatment by walk-in contraceptive clinics and forced to go to their GP. This can be a problem if your GP is against contraception on religious grounds, or you work and can’t get an emergency appointment outside working hours.
As someone who grew up with the idea that you had a right to choose your contraceptives, I see this as a return to the Dark Ages, and no one is kicking up a public fuss about it.
Sally Gimson is a Labour councillor for Highgate, Camden