"You may not believe it
But I don't believe in miracles anymore
And when I think about it
I don't believe I ever did for sure
All the things I've said in songs
All the purple prose you bought from me
Reality's just black and white The sentimental things I'd write
Never meant that much to me"
This Train don't stop here anymore, Elton John (but really Bernie Taupin)
Over at Progress, you will find an article in which I confess to being a Blairite Zombie, declare New Labour defunct, and after a bit of pining for the Fjords, try and define a territory for a moderate left of centre post-Blairism when you don't have much cash to spread around but do have an awful lot of pain to offer.
Also, I incorrectly reference Elton John lyrics in the headline.
Can't say I don't lack rhetorical ambition, eh?