Blake dreamed of a green and pleasant land. What he saw around him was corruption, exploitation, greed, and hypocrisy. Is Blair's England any different? Is this a good place, or a neo-con illusion? Some observations.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
:: The First Post ::
"Is it now a crime to eat a cake in Parliament Square without asking permission from the police? Possibly. The cake in question was a small homemade one with white icing, sitting on a rug on the grass just across from the Mother of Parliaments. Spelled out in wobbly pink were the words 'Peace v War'. To consume such a cake in public view may well be to take part in an organised expression of opinion - that is, a demonstration. Twelve people were gathered around the cake, a brown shiny teapot and some Jammie Dodgers, risking arrest. It was a very English protest: the subversive picnic."