I was consuming some pitta bread from “eghoyan’s bakery” and decided to workout whether it was jewish produced ? it sounded jewish but to be honest eghoyan seems a surname or word with difficult to discern origins, although possibly has some armenian origin, hence my perception perhaps as of a jewish origin. Perhaps chosen to subconsciously market to jews living in the Tottenham area where it is made, or perhaps the bakery prior to its current ownership was Jewish ? I’ll give up with my holmes’ian delusions, as the real jewish connection was to come later. I Discovered Andrew Charamboulos was the the director of the eghoyans bakery company.

Diversion :> I might have once visited the Charamboulos monastery in Skiathos on a holiday around the Sporades, “visit” being the operative word, ie I didn’t stay to make my fortune, then get myself elected to the Greek government in an attempt to influence the destiny of the Greek people (that as an english person I would have considered to be a bit forward and gauche, but i doubt Andrew could comprehend such subtletys). The holiday was in and of itself pretty good, though the mediteranean underwater wildlife has been damaged by tourism (slap self on wrist, terminate holiday, catch plane home immediately, shit carbon footprint means i better walk it ?), although my holiday unlike Andrews was a temporary visit to Greece, it was a last and final insane family holiday, burning the little money left of my fathers work life he decided to burn, just as to be sure and set the seal, on the already well understood and evident knowledge that all family holidays were in general, a terrible idea, that tended to go horribly wrong with most people falling out, irritating each other and arguing in restaurants verbally and loudly much to the dismay of other diners. The only real issue apart from family ones, was the other type of people, on this sailing holiday, it seems “Sunsail” is class wise riddled with the kind of familys, whose posh wives employ extremely handsome foreign teenage boys called ludo or some other such incredulous name as male nanny’s, for their horrid children to harrass and harang (some inverse sexist demonstrative dominance power trip, over a beleaguered upper class aging wagewhore husband by a fading wife etc). Luckily my reprobate younger brother made the whole holiday more quirky and eventful, by drunkenly ranting and openly decrying the issues of this aforementioned posh family whilst they were asleep moored two foot away alongside, pretending not to hear us, very decent of them really. Which meant we didn’t feel the need to attend the regatta dinner or partake in any fleet games competitions or activitys thank god. Mainly because my family being the way it is, generally can’t stand other familys and there nauseous social ways. Their endless feigned interest and grinning rubbing up against each other elbow to elbow, at some taverna for the end of day meetup to discuss some class perspective riddled pointless tosh or another.

Anyway back to the point I decided to research Andrew, only to discover he was a conservative mp, seen chummily posing with Boris Johnson at some kind of charisma and power cachet exchange photo opportunity, Boris receiving supposedly the north London Greek political block booking gang approval by this marriage of hands and Andrew receiving the approval of the blond floppy haired over privileged eton educated eccentric establishment set. How I manage to make London politics, sound like some kind of gay mafia i’ve no idea (though the gayffia as I like to call them, is another genuine London powerbase), though the implied subverting of democracy and machinations are a great deal more serious than any godfather movie. I researched his MP website to discover this links page that made me want to throw up. Proof you could never make it in politics in London as an english person who was defensive of english people without the distinct approval of the majority of minority groups at hand(not gonna happen). In other words we cant probably elect an englishman in London without the foreign peoples say so, Tugg forlock thank you me foreign overlords.

Its bad enough to realise the political system seems to be riddled and run by a business elite, who in Andrews case, their personal wealth/interests total 100 million, but he ticks a load of other boxes in the current political fortunes setup, immigrant greek made rich good scenario … conservative pat on head … att a boy … you can join the club … the conservatives love to be seen, to be in with the well to do immigrant. After all some of the partys are often financially barren themselves, and need the money to pay for a place at the table politically and any pocket will do, but the chosen ‘links’ on his website finished Andrew off for me, rather than his amusingly bond villain-esque (think “Dr Evil” hold small finger to lips) appearance, … why you may ask ?

Well its the way that anyone, who seems to climb any ladder politically, seems to have to grease the palm of a huge parade of overly influential minority pressure groups, as though it is somehow mandatory, that to make ones way, you must shake hands with and sign up to be friends “The conservative friends of Isreal” or the “Conservative Christian Fellowship”, “Conservative Muslim Forum”, “Monarchist League”, like some evil social networking site, the group-ist toadying must end ! you should be put in power by the individual power of the individual voter. But then … may be the pressure group and its agenda was always going to be the end of democracy, mainly because the calibre of most people, mean they are incapable of not subscribing to the group, men and football par example, women and their bitchy extended friend circle, and by that flaw may never produce a truly democratic culture, and secondly most political power is sadly attained through socialisation with others, as the power must be borrowed through inspiration and fickle protestations of faith and allegiance to people, causes, groups, corporates, entitys, peoples, countrys etc. and this leads to an inevitable corruption. Unless one is soullessly multi faced to the core, in which one can nod in agreement with other groups whilst perhaps independantly promoting ones own hard fought for rigourously intellectually attained philosophical beliefs over them.

It is this lack of independance of mind, that is rotting this country from the inside out, as endless pressure groups try to give their individual members votes, more potency than that they are entitled to under a democracy. Whether it be the businessmen who seem to be behind the mask of politician, that run the country for their own benefit or the minority pressure groups that try or often pay to influence them. The last 60 years of politics have so pandered to and imported the immigrant and minority pressure group perspective, that the native voice is quelled to such an extent in London, that if it were to be be heard at all, certainly in the southern urban major power centres, it would probably not any longer be representatively democratic, but then pressure group politics has never been democratic either. so what does it matter, the native voice in these places is now an extreme and unrecognised and disinherited minority, and to some extent needs its voice amplifying just to hold it in parity or some realistically representative proportion, with the already voluminous and deafening pressure group minority voices. It has been this distinct lack of independance of voice that has created this situation.

no one native persons vote, should have any more influence than any others thats … democracy, we no longer live in such times, thats the last time I eat that pitta bread, Sadly if one wanted to find bread produced by an english person with heritage, you would have to bake it yourself.