OK, I know that my continuing attempts to map prog rock onto old-skool pre-thatch socialism have truth in them somewhere, bcz the idea maddens the right idiots – but yes, I also know it doesn’t quite fly yet really. It was nice thinking a bit about it while watching Good Bye Lenin!, which is wise and fair and winningly untriumphalist about self-delusion, innocent or deliberate: a teenage son not only hides the unfolding news of the Fall of the Wall from his dangerously ill mother, formerly passionate in her good-hearted loyalty to the East German belief-system and its achievements, but (physically) builds his own wonky version of how history ought to be about to go, to make her last sickbed-bound days better. I guess it was asking this question: “What if to be naff is actually to be human?”