Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Monday, 22 August 2016
Last night - for a bit of escapism - we watched 'Whisky Galore' (again).
As when I watch any film set in the recent past on a remote Scottish island, I find that I remind myself of the probable reality of living within a tight, Puritanical society which monitors your every move and has no compunction in expressing extreme and public disapproval if you should transgress any of the many petty laws which were designed to hold them all together in adversity, like an invisible glue.
Then - when I return to my own day-to-day reality - I realise that compared to the remote islands of the 1940s, we have many more petty restrictions than they ever did, the only difference being that ours are laws created by legislators and actually written down in books.
Oh well, at least we are now allowed to work on the Sabbath. Someone has to keep the wheels of commerce going right through the weekend, otherwise much revenue would be lost.