I wake up this morning in a complete fog and when I find my way out the Media is full of bile and angst. We sons and daughters of Albion are a funny lot. We know we are entitled to be treated and behave better than every other tribe in the World, but when the time comes to face up and put our money where our stiff upper lips are… we never quite carry it off. We tend to think that rules, regulations and common sense are for other people to abide by, and we’re not slow in pointing the finger when we think another person is out of line, but we never quite behave properly ourselves, principled in spirit, but not so much in practice…
From scrum-downs in the souks and bazaars, to checking out the level of bat flu among our sainted health workers, to keeping our distance from our fellow convicts, we never quite reach the heights of success we think – as a nation – we are entitled to… And then it’s always somebody else’s fault… Usually the authorities or some arcane foreign tribe or wizards of commerce practicing dark magic behind our backs…
Whenever common sense is publicly breached, my aged mother always tuts and says ‘Why don’t THEY do something…’ whoever ‘they’ are… And then when a new rule or regulation comes flying out of the ether to address same, she says ‘Who do THEY think THEY are telling me what to do?’ It’s not clear who ‘THEY’ are but in the case of unwarranted interference it is usually anyone from Brussels, HMG Ministers she doesn’t like the look of or local councilors she didn’t vote for because it was raining.
Whenever the great unwashed talk about democracy in hallowed terms I always think about the petty bureaucracy that makes our lives tick and how much we as a Nation resent it. Just read the chattering classes on the Internet..
Bulk and The Devil 