Many of you will have lived your lives in a series of pictures, or flashbacks to distant times of summers past, with pretty flowers, fluffy clouds, green grass and the laughter of children. I am no different. I too had a life of beauty and joy, before color TV and gangsta rappers, when the streets were my playground and you could stay out till the streetlights came on without some semi-literate drug dealer running you down in his 2 litre plastic Suzuki. How come you can't do that now? Well, for one thing, when I was a kid people turned eighteen, got their driver's license and moved out of home. Now they live at home till their late twenties so where you had one car per household you now have five. Not that I'm saying every teenager with a car is a drug dealer - probably not even every Asian teenager is one. But they'd all like to be one so they have to drive like one. And mobile phones have become essential - mere talking is not sufficient for the sheer volume of crap the average teenager can produce these days. No, they must also SMS their friends. The other great thing about mobiles is they make up for a lack of personality. Who needs a personality with fifty-three choosable ringtones and multicolored wallpapers on their mobile? Yes, mobiles have become the great social equaliser.
Anyway, back to my mobile-free life (okay, I've got one of the damn things but it was given to me and is currently sitting on the rocking chair switched off) in pictures.
Racial Separatism in a Global Monoculture
Well, I haven't even thought about this yet. I just put the title on the main page as a piece of contentious stuff that took me thirty seconds to think up. This is the difficulty I have with living up to promises. But I will put something related to the title as soon as I think of it.
I made a start on the Great Tax Novel that people have been after me to write. I may post tantalising excerpts from it in a Tara Moss style, and I may even jazz this website up which seems to be what al authors are doing these days. The main thing is that this novel, unlike my other two, will actually get finished - and then maybe published. It will be a tell-all tale of one innocent man's corruption at the hands of a monolithic (and paleolithic) organisation. He'll live, he'll love, he'll learn. Plus I have better legs than Tara Moss.