Those of you with somewhat memorable memories may well recall a recollection about a short story I published entitled ‘The Non-stop Dancer’. It was originally written during the time of the great referendum and left in a dusty drawer to rot and hopefully be forgotten. When the last general election rolled around I decided to publish it in the faint hope that the allegory would serve as a warning and would not be missed. Sadly for the Disunited Kingdom, the stark warning that appeared in its pages has come true.
The ludicrous idea of a man continually dancing for no other reason than a whim before upping and walking away from the monster that he had created, seemed perfectly apt. When I wrote about a populist MP who was prepared to abandon all beliefs in the face of popular opinion, I was convinced that he would one day be Prime Minister. Yesterday, I was proven right.
The notion that drove me to write the story was the realisation that populism creates beasts that opportunists look to harness. In some cases, the beasts grow bigger and stronger. In others, the beasts eventually crush those that try to ride them. The danger we are faced with now is the fact that we are in the hands of an opportunist, in an age where we disregard information that does not appeal to our beliefs. Truth is dead. Long live the truth.
They were no longer individuals. United in dance, joined in the ecstasy of becoming one, they were a new species, a new organism, a dangerous warning from the power of unity. They danced atop mountains, they danced into a new dimension, they were the heralds of a new dawn, they were the new crusaders, singularly, via the medium of dance, they had created an entirely new reality, a new beginning, it was as if the future had been laid at their feet.
Scott Andrews, The Non-stop Dancer