No one can say that Ken Livingstone doesn’t care what people think. A convocation of Londoners descended on the Queen Elizabeth II Conference Centre in Westminster for a day-long set of talks and Q&A sessions around many of the issues that excite Londoners these days.
After coffee, it was time for Red Ken. In his younger days, Ken was a radical, let’s-ban-the-bomb-and-smite-the-capitalists kind of politician. In recent years he seemed to have mellowed. Our Red Ken has now become Our Green Ken. Much of his speech to the assembled multitudes (and there must have been 1000 or more people in the hall we were in, with another lot in the overflow hall downstairs) dealt with climate issues. He was witty about it, of course, and very un-self-conscious. He referred to his comments about the Evening Standard reporter (comparing him to a Nazi concentration camp guard even though the reporter was Jewish) and also referred again to the American ambassador as a “chiseling little crook” who doesn’t pay the congestion charge. Most of his speech was taken up with telling us about the coming ecological crisis and how we as Londoners can and must assist in lowering our use of water and the amount of carbon we release into the atmosphere.
“We all know that when you defecate you must flush; however, if you’ve only urinated, there’s no need to flush. After all, it’s well known that gardeners pee into a bucket, dilute the urine with water and use it to water their plants. Urine is rich in nitrogen and nitrogen is fertiliser.” Green Ken has spoken! He did admonish one questioner who asked if Ken’s advice extended to the yobs who pee in his (the questioner’s) garden. Ken replied that dilution is essential and that undiluted urine harms plants. Who knew that Ken had a green thumb?
Ken also discussed the need to turn away from large nuclear and coal/oil/gas-fired power plants toward localisation of power generation to cut down on the amount of power lost from transmission lines. He disagrees with the government’s tendency toward looking for more nuclear power plants to supply our electricity.
He blames our housing mess on Thatcher refusing to let councils build more council flats, and on Blair’s continuation of that policy. He himself is overseeing the building of up to 25,000 houses in London this year and is looking for 50,000 by a few years’ time.
The people in the room were a mixture of the curious and the neighbourhood activist or one-issue-Charlie. So some of the questions were political polemics disguised as questions. One or two questions were actually sensible, though. Ken referred most of the substantive questions to his staff, who were on hand to ensure that no question was left unanswered. This is a good thing.
After another cup of coffee we were off to the transport section, which had Peter Hendy, the Commissioner of Transport for London as the chief whipping boy. The questions here were very local, down to the bus number. For example, one lady said that she had been unable to board the number 11 bus to get downtown today because the driver had not stopped close enough to the kerb. One gentleman complained about people who put their feet on the seats. In fact, in the last year he had taken over 200 pictures of people with their feet on bus seats. He was disgusted by this. I think he has the makings of a kitsch website there, if he has enough bandwidth for it.
Mr Hendy answered every question and seemed to have most of the facts at his fingertips. One question, about the closure of the loos at Vauxhall Transportation Centre (that structure across from MI6 that looks like an airport runway in the sky), he knew straight off what the situation was (without consulting his minions) and answered the question robustly (something on the order of: “They’re closed because they were destroyed by the users.” His solution was closer police observation. I don’t suppose they need a lavatory attendant in the gents who could help the gents ensure that their clothing was arranged… Hendy is a hands-on manager who takes his policy cues from Ken and the Assembly and robustly carries them into action.
He had a few unkind words for Metronet…look for some fireworks there in the next few years. I think they’ll be looking for damages due to the over-run of repossessions of the tracks for repair work. Hendy has summoned not the bosses of Metronet, but the bosses of the companies (many foreign-owned) who own Metronet for a dressing-down.
There were a lot of gripes at this session, and not many specific actual sincere questions. Transport advocates can be wankers at times, I fear.
The feed at lunch was pretty good if simple (orange juice, sandwiches, and fruit).
On the other hand, the last session I went to, on the Olympics, with Lord Sebastian Coe as the front person, was very soporific. I fell asleep during his talk, and the questions again ranged from the sycophantic to the hostile (“What are the Olympics going to do to help revive Barking and Dagenham in East London?” was a typical question. There is nothing you can say to that except “Loads, we think.” and that’s basically what Coe said).
It’ll take me a while to go through all the bumpf I got from the various tables and displays. There is at least one CD-ROM business card, as well as lots of stuff from TfL. It’ll also take me a while to process everything I heard today. But I enjoyed it, and hope to be invited again next year.
Oh, and Ken as much as said he’d run for re-election in 2008, so watch out for that! Someone suggested that he go back to Parliament and run for Prime Minister. There was quite a bit of applause at that. But Ken has found his niche in London, and if this group is anything to go by, he’ll be around for years to come keeping us amused.