Back in a Londres again. I was greeted back to my room by an advert on a well-known social media/surveillance platform from the anti-terrorist police. Its purpose seemed to be to incite me to be constantly suspicious of my fellow humans, to walk the streets ceaselessly alert for a threat less likely to kill me than a slippery bath. What’s great about this is that they never learn. The advert by the Metropolitan Total Suppression Brigade a few years ago is still a by-word for idiocy. It implied that someone having more than one phone would be a reason to suspect them of terroristic leanings and report them. Since about a quarter of the population have two phones for one reason or another, it simply made people ask how paranoid it was possible to be. I still hear it referred to jokingly: “Oh, I see you have two phones. You know what that means?”
Mockery is a good response to such nonsense, but the presence of this police-sponsored ad on my social media wall reminded me that, whatever the company tries to convince me of, it isn’t my wall, it’s theirs. Still, it’s useful for communication, is a very realistic way to communicate, sometimes more so than email. I finally heard back from Dynamo Sparkle the other day, who said she had missed my message among all her junk mail.
The Committee for the Future met today, covering their activities by meeting on a train and adding their voices to the hubbub of an ordinary journey. The committee decided to do away with being realistic. Instead we will create localised Committees for Housing, Care and Industry, with each leg of that platform supporting the other two. Every district will have a committee, and all will be linked by regional committees. Members of the committee will be randomly selected and will sit for a year. It will only seem strange to those who don’t believe in the future.
A bike ride this weekend with Dr Guerrilla, perhaps along the river. Hopefully ending in a pub, where most of the best bike rides end, and many good things begin.