Wednesday, April 30, 2008
The Way We Live Now
Rage and surveillance collide in this all too emblematic story. I'd always thought of the lollipop lady as a reassuring sign that a gentler, better-mannered, sweeter-natured Britain survived - and then 'lollipop rage' came along. The hellbound handcart trundles on.
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A blog about, among other things, imaginary ideas - What ifs? and Imagine thats. What if photographs looked nothing like what we see with our eyes? Imagine that the Berlin Wall had never come down. What if we were the punchline of an interminable joke? All contributions welcome.
You seem to be taking this article at face value. But, erm, exactly where do these remarkable-sounding statistics come from?
ReplyDeleteIt could just as easily be a case of (bogus stats + mention children) / (overfunding + self-righteous PC mania) = a Miami Vice stylee fantasy in which patrolling a zebra crossing puts you bang on the front line against Warren Terr and his mates.
There's always enough money for the surveillance society.
The lollipop lady in the picture looks exactly like my sister, even the expression is the same. Disturbing.
ReplyDeleteelberry, which one, the big lass or the one that looks like Dr Strangelove, out of curiosity, of course, I'm definitely not like the Benny Hill character in The Italian Job.
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