It comes back to Rod Stewart, as things inevitably do. Or should.
Many aspects of the life we live have a Rod-shaped element. Take football. Think of knockout competitions and you will think of Rod, a little jolly following a Celtic victory, drawing teams live on TV for the fifth round of the Scottish Cup, in early 2017. We’re eight years on and few moments in football have bettered that. If you’re not familiar, go and watch it now.
Then, let’s look at local authority funding and deficits, and we’ll move quickly to Rod. Last week, Keir Starmer announced a punitive measure that laid out how central government in England would hold back a certain level of funding to local authorities if those authorities didn’t provide evidence of pothole repairs.
Leaving aside how this feels like a headline-capture exercise playing to the ongoing national pothole obsession, rather than an attempt to really help, and Rod still pops up. Back in March 2022, Rod, at breaking point with potholes in the road near his Harlow home (they played merry hell with his Ferrari) got together with some mates, bought a load of gravel and started making repairs. There he was, in leopard-skin leggings and a green-and-white scarf, packing down the aggregate as he happily whistled Da Ya Think I’m Sexy (part of that image is exaggerated).
I’m not sure if Rod’s fiscal rules are non negotiable – he certainly had something to say about taxation levels in the early ’70s – but he was happy in the moment trying to do something of use that would help others. And stop damaging his Ferrari.
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There are many other moments in the last 50 years when Rod has appeared to lighten things up a little.