Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Sitting on a beach in Andalucia - the nice, non-Brit bit sans ink-splattered matriarchs beating and bawling at their children, sans lager-addled 'men' with ghetto-blasters, sans Chelsea shirts, sans pale, diseased bodies - I decided it's time to abandon what's left of our national identity and sink into the warm, civilised embrace of Europe. It was a working class resort and the beach was packed. Yet there was nothing more than a gentle murmur of voices and the cries of perfectly behaved children splashing in the glorious Atlantic breakers. These people had a sense of the public realm and their place in it. We don't. We have an idiot government presiding over a celeb-dazed population, all blindly pursuing their rights and the exaltation of their barely conscious selfhood. It was raining when we got home.
Posted by Bryan Appleyard at 8:46 am