There shall be a land of towns that shall have all that the people need, and all under one roof at the sign of The Withered Spoon.
There you will find an auto post office, an antibiotics dispenser, betting shop, cheap “baguettes”, lottery tickets, false burgers and cheap beers. There will be plenty of parking in the empty high street for those that have vehicles, the people will be happy in their little islands on an island. In the remaining golden cities Foodaboozocades, Tinkeramas and Crinkloramas will be there to entertain and Time Out Markets will be there to give a glimpse of ancient days for visitors to our fair land. The great emporiums will be theme parks of shameless merchandise, glitter and small minds, of shameless celebrity, a modern translation of spending at the company store.
Fortunately there will be agencies funded out of the public purse for people with names like Hove and the people they attract around them because they know best about our seas, our diets, our agriculture, they were born to know best. We shall be kept safe by those to whom the rules do not apply.
All political thinking for years past has been vitiated in the same way. People can foresee the future only when it coincides with their own wishes, and the most grossly obvious facts can be ignored when they are unwelcome. George Orwell.
It crosses my mind that we are in a time of opportunity, a time of increasing awareness and knowledge of our world and ourselves, where dangers are exposed and the need for a reset understood by many. The many that should make it their purpose to change things so that those that doubt and recede into their private Goggleboxes will begin to change by virtue of the slow change that you hope they can perceive around them. It’s worth a go I’d say but do it yourself and with those around you, taking the lead from our leaders right now does not really seem to be working out. Meanwhile make good bread in every high street and not more angst in and at the World!”
