This is an attempt to redress the balance in favour of a systemless utopian vision. However I have been unable to upload the image pertaining to this humble objective. bother it!
My hero of the hour is most certainly Jamie Oliver. Watching his progress on the school dinners has been uplifting and inspiring. The man's energy is astounding. My heart sank when he plodded on to Parkinson and the issue became parochial and Jamie simply a good bloke. Something about the documentary allowed the events to play out in a transparent fashion. He has peeled back the breadcrum coating of tony Blair's britain and revealed a machanically reclaimed version of Margaret Thatcher's. People often go on about protecting our society when they feel like protecting their racist paranoia but go on living in a selfish and ultimately destructive fashion. Money is our tool. Tools are supposed to help make the world a better place ( to paraphrase Robots the movie) not become an excuse for systematic abuse (which is what the current school dinner system amounts to). What was that about blaming tools? Oh and that bollocks about supply and demand has been totally blown away by a simple chef demonstrating that through nurture the demand changes. People (me included) rarely know what they want and have to be told what they want. Thank you Jamie Oliver I salute you
Many many apologies for mentioning politics in my first ever blog. I can’t guarantee it won’t happen again but I have been cringing inwardly at the thought of my first eruption. Politicians it seems have made politics such an abstracted framework that it has become almost impossible for most people to recognise that it could have something remotely to do with their lives. Systems are there to protect the people that set them up.
Well it made sense at the time. This then, to me atleast, is how the political system seems to work. What ever happened to stale beer and flat crisps in the back room of the queen's head?
this is the dinosaur populated earth about to be hit by a meteorite as drawn by a child sorely missing the structure of a school day (aged 4!) - completely unprompted (proud dad)
