Down with data protection and the privacy laws

Blogging is a modern form of therapy, and a substitute for a social life for people with delusions of importance like me.

Together with the fact that most people are vain and like to share their deep personal information on tv or the web or Home Truths, a privacy law is bound soon to be wildly unpopular.

People will be considered eccentric and odd if they don't want to share their private-most details, and in fact will clamour for all the personal information held about then by corporations, government depts., the DSS, NHS, and banks, to be conglomerated into one online and accessible spot, together with their blogs, online photo-galleries and email accounts, all for better management and for the purpose of archiving for a future / alien historian who, in their wild fantasies, will make their lives the subject of a monumental thesis in 5 million years time.

Soon they'll be demonstrating for the abolition of the Data Protection Act on the grounds that it INFRINGES their personal liberty.

I myself would vote for this, simply because at least I'd be able to see, and manage, what the Co-op, Sainsbury's, Virgin Trains, and credit agencies have on me, not to mention have easy one-stop access to all my personal records alongside my official online profile.

Privacy - hah! The only people who want it are those with something to hide. Eliminate these uncivic social undesirables!

Where have the energy blogs gone?

I've started a new blog - The Low Carbon Kid.

This is where I rant about oil, renewables and nuclear. The worst, sordid, pimping, whoring, desperate, self-decieving and self-destructive addiction of our time.

This blog is kept for calmer, more elevated and cultural pursuits...

Police action on Gunpowder Plot day

I went to London for the weekend and met my old friend Alan at his flat in Vauxhall - his neighbour was the Stockwell bomber. A mentally damaged and challenged individual by the sound of it, and a good choice of obedient footsoldier, subject of late night 'briefing' sessions involving Koran readings and humiliation.

I came out of Shepherds Bush tube to be confronted by a cop with a machine gun, 20 officers, several riot vans and two police horses. I said "what's going on?" and the sarge said 'football match'.

I was left wondering, is this a joke, to cover up an 'incident', or actually true, since I could see no coloured scarves.

We live in a world where it's impossible to tell - each could be just as likely.

It was the 400th anniversary of the Gunpowder Plot, but nobody took the opportunity to have another go.