It’s 2026 and the town feels like it’s stuck between worlds. Our Council cancels elections ‘because they cost too much’ (didn’t realise democracy came with that kind of price tag). Reform seems to be surging onward, to the immense satisfaction of some and the deep disturbance of others. We still have that pesky housing crisis and all the ‘social’ developers are still building homes the poorest can’t live in, while demolishing homes that would get people out of temporary accommodation or off the streets. Conquest has lost its cardiology ward – a hospital that many of us both loathe and depend on continues to shrink. Care workers are being treated like slaves as once charitable or socially-minded organisations are sold on to rapacious private companies.
It’s like we’re having a party on the cliff edge, and somewhere between the beats from the speakers you can make out the creak and crack of rocks falling away down into the sea. What do we do this year Hastings? How quickly do you want to fall?
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