Windows 2016

The 'Overton Window' is a political term that refers to the relatively narrow span of policies that are acceptable to the public at any one time. In some periods, the window moves to the left (the US in the 1930s, the UK in the 1940s); in other periods, the window moves to the right (the UK in the 1980s, the US in the 2000s). It's named after Joseph P Overton, head of the Mackinac Center for Public Policy think tank, who argued that, regardless of the views of a particular politician, at any given time of the whole range of political views only a small section of them will be acceptable; this section is the Overton window.

Are we seeing the Overton window on the move? Britain used to have a nationalised steel industry. British Steel was created by the Iron and Steel Act 1949. This nationalisation was reversed in the 1950s but then re-reversed in 1967, perhaps at the height of confidence in nationalised industries, when the Overton window was somewhat to the left. British Steel operated right through the 1970s and 1980s. But in 1988 the Overton window had moved; it had taken a lot of effort by think tanks, politicians, commentators, advertisers, but now nationalisation was widely seen as a bad idea; the slogan for this, which emerged in the early 1970s was that the government should not prop up 'lame-duck industries'. A lame duck industry was one that was not making a profit and that, therefore, the government was having to subsidise to keep afloat.

But this spread until it became pretty much any publically-owned company; after all, if there's an argument for putting an industry in public ownership it must suggest that its interests (or the public interest) is not best served by having it in the public sector. The clever trick of the free market fundamentalists was to turn this around and denounce these as lame ducks for the same reasons: why should the government pour money into industries just because they can't stand on their own two feet?

(In a reductio ad absurdum oeconomicum, this has led to the peculiar idea that even healthy companies that are bringing money into the government should be divested as soon as possible. At a time when George Osborne is apparently desperate to pay down the deficit, he is rushing to re-privatise the banks that were nationalised in 2008 - even though they are now profitable again. So, the logic is that the taxpayer should if absolutely necessary pour money into ailing businesses but never benefit from them when they rally. And let's note that when I say indecent haste, it's been calculated that Osborne's hurry is costing the taxpayer £22bn. This at a time when Osborne's got into huge trouble for slicing £4.4bn off disability benefits.)

Edward Heath's government of the early 1970s was associated with this idea though it broke its own rule by nationalising Rolls Royce in 1971. When Heath was replaced by Thatcher, he was replaced by someone with an implacable ideological commitment to privatisation and to the private sector as both the only real test of the viability of an industry and also the near-perfect mechanism for saving a saveable industry.* Thatcher tested the waters with some relatively 'safe' privatisations in her second parliament - British Telecom in 1984 and British Gas in 1986 - before taking her foot off the brakes in her third parliament: Rolls Royce (1987), British Airways (1987), Regional Water Authorities (1989), the railway network (1989), the Electricity Generating Boards (1990), Right in the middle of this came the privatisation of British Steel in 1988 to form British Steel plc. A decade later in 1999, it merged with the Dutch company Koninklijke Hoogovens and became Corus. And a decade after that, Corus was bought out by Tata Steel.

And it's Tata Steel that is now proposing to sell or close its massive plant in Port Talbot. Why? Because it's making a loss. £1m each day apparently. 

What's interesting is that the response has immediately been that the government should intervene to save our steel industry. There have even been calls - on all sides of the political debate - to renationalise the steel industry. Jeremy Corbyn and Angela Eagle have called for the plant to be taken into public ownership to save jobs and a key industry. Union leaders like Len McCluskey of Unite and Roy Rickhuss of Community - have echoed this. These you might expect. But less expected was Anna Soubry, Minister for Small Business, Industry and Enterprise, who told the Today programme that if a buyer could not be found immediately the Government could take it into public ownership to buy more time. Anna Soubry's a pretty centrist Tory but who's this? 'If it is to survive, it needs help – just as Rolls-Royce did in the 1970s, before it recovered to become the world’s second largest builder of aero engines.' It's the Daily Mail, in an editorial headed 'Bankers were saved ... we can't let steel die'. These are, as the Mail says, 'freak times'.

And although the Government, after a day of dither and delay, has now ruled out nationalisation, note the limpness of the expression: 'We are not ruling anything out. I don’t believe nationalisation is the right answer' said David Cameron; Sajid Javid also offered his view that 'I don't think nationalisation is going to be the solution because I think everyone would want a long-term viable solution' though he also insisted that he was looking at 'all viable options'.

There are, of course, the hardliners out in force, insisting that the state must never intervene, though even they feel obliged to express mechanical sympathies for the workers before bringing down the guillotine of economic ideology:

The state should not be the buyer of last resort. Tata's decision may prove devastating for the communities affected, but the government would do better to put money into reskilling and helping with job searches than undertake a risky and potentially counterproductive intervention. (Financial Times editorial 30.3.2016)

Of course one feels for those that will become unemployed, however, the contribution to the UK economy does not make the steel industry in its current form a worthy case for state aid. The UK has bitter experience in this area as all nationalised industries are cursed with moral hazard through state ownership and captive customers. (Stephen Pope, market analyst, 31.3.2016)

But these voices are not in the ascendent. There are many more calling for intervention (even if short of nationalisation) than there are for letting the grim neoliberal reaper do his worst.

But the grim neoliberal reaper has been the unquestionable arbiter of industrial policy for almost forty years. Thatcher let coal die. 

Why this change? Well, several things. First, the Scottish government bought the endangered steelworks at Cambuslang and Motherwell to broker a deal with a new buyer and prevent closure. Second, for some on the right it has been possible to pitch this as a story about the nasty Chinese and their cheap steel** (boo!) or nasty EU and their regulations*** (boo!) - this is in fact what the Daily Mail editorial is really about. Third, the resignation of Iain Duncan Smith has put the Government on the back foot, currently extremely sensitive to any suggestion that they are callous in their disregard of the poor. Fourth - relatedly - when the banking system tottered in 2008, the Tories 100% supported the nationalising of some key financial institutions and pouring billions and billions of taxpayers money into that industry. If it was good enough for the banks, why not steel?

But fifth, when Jeremy Corbyn was elected Labour leader, some of us wondered if this might be a moment in which the centre of British politics might be dragged back towards the liberal-left of politics, away from the hard-right neoliberal consensus that has dominated the two main parties for 25 years. Are we seeing the beginning of that consensus breaking down? Is the Overton Window on the move?

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* Note the circularity of this. How do you know if an industry can truly flourish? Give it to the free market and see. How do you know the market has given you the right result? Because it's the only test that works.

** Well yeah, China has been flooding the international markets with cheap steel. (Though actually we don't buy all that much of it - in 2014 we imported nearly 7 times as much steel from Europe than from China, though, sure, we're buying almost three times as much as we were three years ago.) The shrinkage of the Chinese economy has created a crisis of overproduction in the Chinese steel industry so they've decided to sell their steel very cheaply on the international market instead. Basically, it'll keep them afloat and - who knows? - if other steel manufacturers go out of business as a result, they will then become much more dominant in the world and will cash in amazingly when steel prices recover. But this is interesting isn't it? But this creates a terrible dilemma for your evangelical freemarketeer, caught between two very unwelcome arguments (a) that competition is a bad thing because it's not fair to dump cheap steel on the market (isn't that competition supposed to create efficiencies in the system?) or (b) that China isn't playing by the rules because it's supported by its government (in other words, the free market can't compete with a command economy). 

*** This might be a good argument except that it isn't. For three reasons: first, Cameron could have used the crisis in our steel industry to argue for concessions in his famous EU renegotiation. He didn't. Of course he didn't, because he has blinkers on when it comes to government intervention in industry; his whole negotiation was about trying to make the EU more right wing not less. Second, he'd have been pushing at an open door, because other EU countries (Germany is the thundering example) don't interpret EU rules to mean they can't support their industries. Britain does that, for ideological reasons of its own. And thirdly, time and again George Osborne has used the British veto to block EU attempts to prevent China from flooding European markets, because he is blinkered about trade regulation - even to the extent of letting the British steel industry die. Which is now happening.

She Sleeps

Asleep there
Your each sleepsigh, rise & fall
Like a beachday’s tide seen from
From when?

An app might show those waters
Rush and scatter
A memory could gather
All that briny in and out

But you are now
The utter thisness of love
A kissable just-over-there away
Between this heart beat and itself

With you I need I need
Nothing. You abolish need.
Just you breathing.
And you breathe, so

Cleansed

The National Theatre's production of Sarah Kane's Cleansed should be seen by anyone who thinks that theatre is boring, or old-fashioned, or irrelevant, or just not for them. Because this show - I promise you this is true - will get under your skin. It will upset you terribly. It will have moments that fill you with bewildering joy. You might hate it, but you won't just hate it. You will feel deeply during it. You will never have felt so much in a theatre. It will puzzle you too. You will experience moments that feel comfortlessly cruel and you will have moments that feel swirlingly loving. It will feel unavoidable and it will haunt you. It will stay with you for the rest of your life. This is what theatre is for.

This article is full of spoilers. There's no way of avoiding that. You'll have to live with that, sorry.

If you don't know Cleansed already, well it's pretty tough to describe, but I'll have a go. At the beginning of the play Graham, at his own insistence, is given a massive injection of crack into his eyeball by Tinker. His sister Grace comes to Tinker's institution some months later to collect his clothes. She wears his clothes and decides she wants to be treated. Graham appears to her and they have sex. Grace befriends another inmate/resident of the institution, Robin, whom she teaches to read and write; he is tortured and then kills himself on finally understanding what his thirty-year incarceration will mean. Rod and Carl are two other resident/inmates; they are lovers and Tinker tests their protestations of love brutally by cutting out Carl's tongue, cutting off his hands and feet. Grace is brutally attacked and eventually is operated upon, giving her a set of male genitals. Tinker regularly visits a dancing woman in a booth. He seems to desire her, maybe love her. Eventually they make love. Grace, although united with Graham by virtue of her surgical hermaphroditism, ends the play in despair having both gained and lost her brother.

In some ways, the pairing of Sarah Kane and Katie Mitchell is a no-brainer: two great experimental theatremakers, poets of the theatre, women obsessed with the power of theatrical images, both drawn to the wintry edges of the dramatic canon, unflinchingly serious artists with wicked senses of humour. But in some ways, it is a clash of opposites. Sarah Kane's plays were increasingly abstract, subjective, metatheatrical, in which the outside worlds are ambiguous, confused, uncertain - maybe these are plays about a vision of an ambiguous, confused, uncertain world. Katie Mitchell's directing is characterised by absolutely meticulous realism, by which I mean she creates completely realised worlds, concrete and foursquare and entire, both in design and acting. Katie Mitchell's is a theatre of naturalist means (if not ends); Kane's is a theatre opposed to naturalism. Could they clash?

They don't, not at all. This is a seamless collaboration. What Katie Mitchell's production does is ground the imagistic, dreamlike juxtapositions of scenes in Kane's text, finding in it a rigour and logic and ferocity that will convince even the most sceptical anti-Kaneans (apart from Quentin Letts). The play emerges more profound and mature than I've ever seen it before. If you ever had any doubts in the back of your mind that this play might be a bit, I don't know, teenage? A bit angsty? A bit emo? Banish those thoughts; this is a huge and rich piece of theatrical writing.

Mitchell has taken extremely seriously the light suggestion in the play that the events take place in a building that used to be a university. Alex Eales's set is what looks like a service entrance to some university facility. Doors right and left, a flight of steps up to a mezzanine passageway, its windows overgrown with ivy. Stage right on the ground floor there's a caged accessway. The institutional paint is peeling; the tiles are broken and some are missing; trees have grown through the floor in places. There are electric shutter controls and buzzers everywhere and very functional lighting and it's all filthy.

What this does is (at least) two things: first, it makes the dreamlike quality of the play even more uncanny and strange and unsettling. It starts with the two trees that are growing through the floor; a strange inside-out image that could be real, but could be something from a dream too. The solidity of these walls and the doors makes it even stranger when locked doors suddenly fall open and padlocks melt away. In a brilliant move, Mitchell has Michelle Terry's Grace on stage virtually all the time; it's ambiguous always whether she is seeing or imagining the events unfolding before us. She is a ghost in her own machine, her bright red dress burning through the muted near-monochrome of the opening, which then passes firelike from body to body as the evening wears on..

And second, it does something horrible and compelling to the violence. This is a very violent plays; dismemberments, rapes, forced feeding, surgical procedures, gunfire, physical assaults, injections, insertions, a hanging. In the premiere production (which, let me say, I loved - it is one of the performances that taught me what theatre might be) James Macdonald found surreal, oblique, non-naturalist imagery for all of the violence. It was heart-stoppingly daring and insistent. But here the violence is all very real. When Tinker threatens to push a pole into Carl's rectum (and up through his body avoiding all the vital organs till it emerges at the shoulder), we see the pole, we see it lubricated, Carl is strapped into a chair, his trousers yanked down, he is tipped over and - foul, brilliant detail - a cardboard bowl is placed beneath him to catch any effluence. It's the concern for cleanliness that makes the violence filthy. As the play goes on, it's not so much the violence itself but the anticipation; a plastic sheet is unfolded and spread across the ground, a trolley of surgical equipment is wheeled in by an orderly, and the torture has already started.

By making the play so real, much of it springs into new vivid life. One of the most difficult aspects of the play is the dancing Woman; clearly it's some kind of exploration of pornography, voyeurism, sexual exploitation on Kane's part. But Kane being Kane, it's never a simple matter of finger-wagging condemnation. Kane feels - you sense - complicit in the desire to see the woman's forced availability But how to stage that without simply duplicating the voyeurism and not the complexity? The problem is briliantly solved here because here the woman, played with intense simplicity by Natalie Klamer, seems completely, vulnerably, awfully real. She isn't a figment or a hallucination or an allegory or a metonym. She doesn't stand for something. She isn't an argument. She was a young woman, physical and demarcated and mortal.

Mitchell has also surrounded the action with black-masked, black-clothed figures who sometimes appear to be functionaries in the institution, bringing on and taking off equipment, helping with the - ha ha - surgical procedures. But sometimes they appear to be ghost mourners, perhaps images from Graham's funeral, if he had one; we see them walking on with umbrellas and flowers and an urn. Mitchell has grabbed something from Bunraku here, the black-masked puppeteers who are both seen and not seen, visible and invisible.

And that's what this production is all about, the doubleness of theatre. I've never been more struck by the play of doubling in all senses that runs through this play - and Mitchell has emphasised and doubled the doubling in many ways. Grace and Graham are mirror images of each other. The dancing woman is also Grace. Robyn echoes Grace by wearing her clothes; Grace wears Robin's clothes, which were once worn by Graham. At one moment in this production, the dancer Grace is watched by Robin (dressed in Grace's clothes) who is then comforted by Grace; we are watching the Three Graces (and indeed the staging gives us echoes of Canova's statue several times). The box of chocolates that Tinker forces Robin to eat has a double layer. More subtly, everyone and everything seems to have two functions, slightly overlaid on each other. This is a university that is also a prison. Tinker is a healer who is also a torturer. Grace is both persecuted (by Tinker) and deliberate and inadvertent persecutor (of Robin). Grace is both woman and man. In Scene 7 Graham and Robin speak lines in unison, the unison only emphasising their doubleness. The title itself has this duality, suggesting both death and rebirth.

In this production, these doubles are redoubled. Rod and Carl are dressed very similarly, almost doubles of each other. Grace doubles the woman, mirroring her dancing, as she earlier mirrored Graham's. Graham, whenever he speaks, is amplified, his words repeating, displaced and doubling. At the end, Carl is forced to take the dancing woman's place, dressed in Grace's clothes. There are chains of doubling and substitution that run through all the characters: Rod echoes Carl who echoes the Woman who echoes Grace who echoes Graham who is echoed by Robin.

Only Tinker is who he is. In fact Tinker seems to be a character dead set on reducing ambiguity and revealing things for what they are. He hears Carl promise eternal love, promising he'd die for Rod and he puts it to the test. He conducts electro-shock therapy on Grace which seems to have the effect of taking Graham out of her life. In this production, he tape records Rod and Carl's conversations and plays them back, pinning down meanings. Tinker seems to be trying to find a moment of pure non-substitution, a moment were things are just what they are. But he doesn't have the resources or the ambition; Tinker is just tinkering round the edges. He seems briefly to find it with the Woman: 'Are you here?' she asks, 'Now [...] With me'? It's a moment of sheer itselfness. This, here, now. But it doesn't last. How can it last? In this production, he can't let it last. He shoots her.

The prison is love. But wait, it's so much more complicated than that sounds. In one of the key sources for this play, In A Lover's Discourse, Roland Barthes compares the extreme lover to an inmate of Dachau. Immediately, he is rightly horrified by the comparison ('Is it not indecent to compare the situation of a love-sick subject to that of an inmate of Dachau?', p. 49), but he pursues the thought. Both are in a situation that will destroy them. The catastrophic lover, says Barthes, is someone for whom 'I have projected myself into the other with such power that when I am without the other I cannot recover myself, regain myself: I am lost, forever'. This thought, elaborated and extended, runs right through Cleansed. It is impossible to be apart from the loved one and it is impossible to be fully united. You can't be two and you can't be one. Instead, it's this in-between, doubled and ghosted existence that is the only state in which love, true love can function. Grace and Graham begin the play as two - but Graham is dead, so Grace's place in the two is incomplete, asymmetric, marked by loss. Grace and Graham end the play as one - but now there is no differentiation, no other, no love; she is again marked with loss. Love asks us to be two and one.

Because it's in the doubleness that there's hope. Early in the play, Rod declares 'I love you now / I'm with you now / I'l do my best, moment to moment, not to betray you. Now' and I once described it as 'the most genuinely romantic speech in contemporary British playwriting' and I was wrong. It is heartfelt and meaningful and, in its way it's rather beautiful, but that's not where the play's heart is. The play's heart is in the extravagence of Carl's promises 'I'll always love you... I'll never betray you ... I'll never lie to you'. Rod cynically retorts 'you just have' to the last one. He is a realist: he knows that these promises are all too easy to make and they can be doubled against themselves and distorted by context and pressure and made to mean different things or to be reversed so he prefers the undifferentiated now. And he's initially proved right. Tinker threatens Carl with excruciating torture and Carl responds by begging Tinker to torture 'Rod not me'. And for each successive attempt to beg forgiveness, Carl is further punished with successive dismemberments. But eventually it is Rod's cynicism that is being tested and it's that cynicism that breaks. By the end, Rod promises everything he rejected before: 'I will always love you / I will never lie to you / I will never betray you / On my life'. It's the risk of that promise - the utterance that can be twisted and perverted and distorted and doubled by context and, yes, maybe proved false or hollow and naive - that is where this play has its heart. Love is not one or two but something in between; love is in the ghosts.

Because the play loves the doubling and the non-identity of things. Of course it does, because it's a play and it's a piece of theatre and theatre is wall-to-wall doubling and things not quite being themselves. Everything in theatre is a Banraku ghost mourner; it's something you can see and you can't see; it's there and it's not there. You go see Hamlet; it's Hamlet in front of you and it's not as well. When you see that figure walking across the stage, you're watching two people at the same time, an actor and a character, and they can never - never never never - be completely united. There's always a bit of a lag, a bit of a gap, a bit of air between the two. And that's how it should be and that what theatre does better than anything else. It makes things not themselves. Listen to the way the Bunraku ghost mourners are amplified here; their voices are here and there, real and not-real, placed and displaced. And finally, and I am really going to say this crazy thing because I think it is absolutely at the heart of what this play and this production is doing and if you can't fling out something bold and romantic and loving and risky after watching Cleansed directed by Katie Mitchell when can you do it, genuinely and sincerely, what this show tells us, through its doubles and substitutions and in the play of its ghosts and in the movement of a dress from Grace to Robin to Carl, is that theatre is love, yes, theatre is love.

The most loving (the characters say 'lovely') moments in this production are moments of doubling. The extraordinarily giddy and jubilant and exhilarating shuffling dance that Grace and Graham do to - oh god how brilliant a choice is this? - 'Ghost Rider' by Suicide, which just feels like the coolest thing I've seen happen on a stage in years. And then the various sex acts: Grace and Graham, Rod and Carl, Tinker and the Woman. All in their different ways - but I thought especially Rod and Carl - were moments of extraordinarily loved emotional contact amid all the brutality. It's only at the end when Grace and Graham have united into a single person that Grace is finally despairingly alone. The bleakest moments in the play are when people face things just being what they are: 'this is what it's like' says Graham in a moment of bleak insight before the smack hits his system; 'It can't be this' gasps Rod as he dies.

(Though even then, there's something mischievous and questioning in the syntax: 'this is what it's like' is both a statement of how things indivisibly are, but it's also another doubling 'this is what it's like' - as if 'this' [what is 'this'?] resembles but is not identical to 'it' [what is 'it'?]. 'It can't be this' - a moment of horror that it has all come down to this but in the words, in the actual words, it's the opposite; it can't be this. There's a hint of this too in Tinker's use of the tape recorder. He captures Rod and Carl's words. He has evidence. He sets the record straight. He tells it like it is. But to make his case, he also has to engage in recording: the words are doubled, iterated, duplicated, repeated.)

This production is both fiercely real and achingly theatrical. It's what it is and it's humming with metaphor. In fact it really is humming. The production has a completely beautiful constant running soundtrack of electronic screams and pulses, groans and grinds, like a kind of Radiophonic Workshop in hell. It puts you on edge throughout but it's also hauntingly gorgeous to hear. It's both sound and music; I don't know where Paul Clark's music ends and Melanie Wilson's sound begins and I don't want to know. If anyone comes up with a better lighting design that Jack Knowles this year I'll be amazed. Mostly practical (on-set) lighting, faintly touched in from the front, it washes the whole thing with a starkness and depth that keeps it constantly fascinating. Joseph Alford's choreography keeps the whole thing restlessly moving; it's 1hr40 but it rattles along, skttering from horror to horror.

But the evening is ultimately Katie Mitchell's and Sarah Kane's. It confirms for me what I've always thought, that Cleansed is Kane's masterpiece, her most daring and uncompromising play. But it also reminds us that Katie Mitchell is possibly the most important theatre artist of her generation and she is currently making the best work of her life.

Please go and see this production. You'll never forget it.

Positively European

So the EU referendum campaign is under way. And the Remain campaign is in trouble.

That may seem a bit premature but I mean it. I've just heard Michael Fallon on Radio 4's Today programme trying to make the case for remaining in the UK and he was dreadful. First, he has that weird media training that the whole Tory cabinet seems to have had which, whatever they say, just sounds like they're saying, I am doing my best to be extremely patient with your impertinent questions, you revolting oik. It's not a good tone to strike. But second, and much more important, he was completely unable to offer any positive reason to stay in the EU.

Do they not remember the Scottish Referendum? The whole strategy of the No camp was fear and negativity. They kept warning that an independent Scotland would face all sorts of unknown threats and uncertainties. They listed huge numbers of ridiculous questions as if they were insolubly complicated - 'How much would a first-class stamp cost in a separated Scotland?' screamed the unionists in philatelistic horror. They thought that would be fine. They started the campaign with a healthy lead and were sure that fear would be a better strategy than positivity. But they didn't bank on the Scottish Yes campaign running a almost entirely positive campaign, imagining the joys and dignity of an independent Scotland, engaging and enthusing people right across the country, halving the 20% lead when the campaign started to 10%.

What did Michael Fallon say on the Radio? He talked about the uncertainty and risks of leaving the EU. He warned that we'd not shake off the EU anyway because we'd have that huge trading area on our doorstep. He denied that there were security risks in remaining in the EU because we've opted out of Schengen anyway. He said he shared the Prime Minister's frustration with European bureacracy ('no one likes harmonization or directives,' he insisted) but he said it's better to be in, trying to influence the EU to get better than staying out with no influence.

He said nothing positive about the EU or about Europe at all. In fact, he portrayed it as a nothing more than a frustrating, terrorist-ridden, meddling bureaucracy but better than devil you know.

Is that the best they can do? Cameron promised the renegotiation and referendum in January 2013. They've had over three years to think about this.

Their problem is that the Out campaign have some very positive things to talk about: security, sovereignty, self-determination, an end of regulation, control of our borders, control of our own laws.

Now, these things are mostly untrue - the idea that we will regain full autonomous sovereignty as a country is ludicrous (particularly with TTIP going through its final stages); we're not really going to stop all immigration, unless we want our economy, schools, health service to collapse; Iain Duncan Smith's extraordinary remark that we are at prey to terrorism because of Europe is laughable given that the worst terrorist attack we've suffered was carried out by people who migrated from Leeds.

But at least they sound positive. And, as became very clear from Boris Johnson's weaselly article in the Telegraph this morning, the more pleasant sides of the Out campaign can drive a wedge between Europe and the EU by praising the joys of the former ('the home of the greatest and richest culture in the world') and disparaging the EU ('a slow and invisible process of legal colonisation').

The remain campaign needs to find a positive vision for Europe. And the problem is we have a Tory government; the Tories have been batshit crazy about Europe for thirty years, divided like no other party in Britain on the issue, and the last thing David Cameron is going to want to do is start hymning the joys of European harmonization because he knows there's a real risk of his party tearing itself apart. So he is hobbled, incapable of offering a positive vision. I don't know what Jeremy Corbyn is going to do; I think his instincts on this issue are probably quite torn and he still has problems bringing the parliamentary party with him. Apart from the SNP, the Lib Dems are probably the most instinctive pro-Europeans (at least they were under Nick Clegg), but they are still suffering from their collusion in the 2010-15 Coalition.

So who will speak for Europe? And who will speak for the EU? Someone must - and if they do, I hope they'll stop talking about free trade areas and instead say something like this:

The EU is a huge bold and beautiful project. It's the most ambitious attempt for nations to come together in a spirit of genuine equality and mutual respect, to put aside their differences and find what links them. It is a way of acknowledging the terrible things that have happened in our collective European past and tries to create a future without them. Yes, the EU seeks harmonization on a huge range of issues, and that's a wonderful thing, because the EU is founded on the principle that the rights of a worker to be protected from harm at work in Sligo are the same as those of a workers in Bucharest. That we all deserve the highest possible standards of health, education, justice and welfare; that we should be protected collectively so no one - whether terrorist or thief, gangster or businessman - can exploit differences between us to pick off the weakest. That the freedoms that have been so richly articulated by European culture - the freedom of thought, freedom of speech, freedom of assembly, freedom of movement - should be applied universally, supporting with the greatest vigour and enthusiasm the dignity of each of us as thinking, loving, creative people. Which of these freedoms is too good for Britain? Which protections do our workers not deserve? The answer is none. The EU is a beautiful experiment in human freedom and dignity and, as one of the founders of modern democracy, we should be joining hands with our European partners to continue to shape our common future.

How To Remain European

So here's my view of the British EU negotiations: I think the EU shouldn't concede any more special opt-outs to Britain. And I think we should stay in the EU.

The founding principle of the EU is to come to agreements that hold across the member countries. It is completely contrary to the best spirits of the EU to let the British opt-out of its founding principles. The EU has frankly been doing too much of this: we got a special rebate on our EU contributions in the 1980s; we got to opt out of the Euro and the Schengen arrangements in the 1990s; in the last few years we demanded opt-outs - incredibly - on police and judicial cooperation. And now we want opt-outs on welfare benefits for EU citizens, special protection for the City of London from EU regulations, to be able to opt out of 'ever closer union', and for these opt-outs to be written into the Treaty.

This has got to stop. We're like a playground bully who gets reluctantly invited to join in a game and then insists on changing all the rules to suit him. Britain has consistently refused to pool sovereignty, always putting its own national interests above the common European interest. We don't understand Europe, so why should Europe be so understanding to us?

There are urgent issues that the EU should be addressing. We have a migration issue across Europe that needs a pan-European plan to address. Instead Europe is wasting time negotiating with Britain on its stupid demands. And they are stupid: he wants to be able to opt out of 'ever closer union', which is a ludicrous blank cheque that will obviously come legally unstuck the first time Britain tries to activate this right; why is he doing it? To pacify the frothingly Eurosceptic tabloids. And why does Cameron want these opt-outs to be written into the Treaty? Just to make it look more binding to the Euronutters on his back benches. But it won't work. It was never going to work. Nigel Farage and Lord Dacre's Daily Mail just want out. Nothing less will do, so it doesn't matter what he negotiates, particularly not these meaningless symbols. He's wasting everyone's time.

Of course the EU should be reformed. It's cumbersome and slow-moving. Qualified majority voting needs to be extended into all areas; at the moment all members have an effective veto in some important areas (finance, foreign policy, and so on), which just slow everything down and impedes genuine European democracy. It needs to be quicker to respond; there should be a presumption of agreement in some areas. It needs an infrastructure to support some security and judicial cooperation (basically, we need a Europe-wide police force). We need to beef up the freedom of movement and get rid of Britain's opt-out. There needs to be some check on the power of a country like Germany to impose austerity on everyone else. In fact, there need to be checks and balances to stop countries (like Britain, but not just Britain) putting national above European interests. And yeah, we need much closer political union.

I'm not as completely committed to EU membership as I once was. I was appalled by the treatment of Greece last year and I worry that the austeriarchs have taken over. There are European countries - not as big and as connected as us, admittedly - that seem to function reasonably well outside the EU. And I think that the EU might function better without the UK; it certainly would at the moment.

But despite all that, I think there is something bold and beautiful in the European project. A recognition of a shared history and a determination to avoid war, to solve problems through agreement rather than conflict, to allow its citizens to feel themselves part of a larger unit that the hokey old private members' club of nationalism. Europe has horrors in its past (genocide, colonialism, exploitation, bigotry), but it also has extraordinary achievements (culture, liberty, philosophy, discovery and daring). The European Union is about making those extraordinary achievements triumph over the horror.

So that's why I think these negotiations are idiotic.

First, they are a catastrophic error of tactics: they are a distraction from the main issue; they will never be good enough because the real Eurosceptic just want out and the millions who voted UKIP have an extremely inchoate worry about migration that simply won't be addressed by some technical treaty changes.

Second, they confuse the debate. The real question is do we want to be part of the European project or not? It's not a referendum on Cameron's negotiating skill or the particular set of concessions he and his team have managed to wangle. But it'll become part of that because Cameron, stupidly, made the success of his negotiation a condition for his recommending that we remain. So that will become the issue, but it's not the issue.

We should get no concessions. We should argue the case for staying in. And the UK should stay in.