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Story from our author, Scottish political poet Lucy Johnson:


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Well, the Millenium happened and there were no catastrophies.  Most 
disappointing.  The Anarchist in me was half wishing that the White House 
would blow itself uip or something,  but my fantasies go unrealised.   I 
spent the Millenium with my best firend and a columbian refugee,  watching 
the world go mad on the television from the relative saftey of my parents 
farm.  What struck me was the frantic futility of the whole thing. 

At Greenwich the government wasted millions upon millions of pounds erecting 
the Millenium Dome, which the majority of the people in this country are not 
interested in and will never go and see.  Meanwhile,  in a housing estate 
next to my home in Glasgow the death rate is four times the national average 
and 40% of the school children use drugs. We have the worst health in 
Europe,  and one in five women in Scotland live with the threat of domestic 
violence. 
Yet the British Government still saw fit to squander its money in trying to 
work people in to some sort of saccharine-induced frenzy  by creating the 
biggest firework display in the world ( in London ) and having a hidiously 
expensive and very tacky cabaret show ( in London )  in order to celebrate 
the fact that we can now have three rather cool zeros on our cheques. 

Had the Governement decided to have a Millenium Housing Project, or Anti 
Drugs initiative, or sponsored the dying arts in Britian, or given the 
health service more money, or done any of the countless worthwhile things 
possible to usher in a bright new future, then I might have been convinced 
that they really meant to change things for the better,  and that the 
twenty-first century would be better than the twentieth.  I belive that they 
have started as they mean to go on, though.  Century number twenty-one will 
be  as tacky, kitchy, decadant,  and as culturally starved as its 
predecessor.  The Millenium celebrations have set the tone for the next one 
hundred years. 

On January the first, 2000, we woke up after the whole of the industrialised 
world  had spent the night trying to climax, but couldn't quite manage it.  
And we awoke spent and grey and hungover and frustrated, to find that the 
world was exactly the same.   Did we really think the world was going to get 
better just becuase we partied hard?   The same rules apply, the same 
struggles exist, the same arseholes are in power,  and we still have not 
realised our dreams. Nothing has changed.  Apart from Fireworks merchants 
everywhere being a good deal richer than they were last century ..... 


Lucy Johnson