Geneva convention

I've been at Geneva convention for the week, where the spray-on snow was being liberally applied to all of the trees in sight. But it was nice, if a little chilly. So nice, in fact, that I even went for a walk along the shore of Lake Geneva, and very lovely it looked too.

The hotel I was staying at -- the couple of hundred quid a night hotel I was staying at -- had good quality wifi throughout, which was excellent. But it cost twenty quid a day. What a joke: twenty quid a day. I really wish hotels would advertise more clearly their absurd wifi charges, charges that have become as ridiculous as phone charges used to be before mobile phones were invented. As far as I'm concerned it's one of the most critical factors in choosing a place to stay. Wifi should be free to all guest, they should just give yo a log-in code with your key when you check in.

It's not even the price that's the most annoying thing, since most of the people who stay in these places aren't paying the bill anyway (as I wasn't). It's combination of the hassle of having to go down to the desk and buy a stupid card with a log-in on it, and the cheek at charging for something that should be included. They don't charge you extra for electricity or water when you leave. Or maybe they did, I should probably check the bill a little more thoroughly.

In the future, everyone will be famous to fifteen people.
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Big Sister

I'm not sure whether it's age or gender-related, and I know I shouldn't, but I still find it odd to have a Home Secretary called Jacqui. I also find it odd that we have a Department for Culture, Media and Sport: that still sounds, to me, like a Bulgarian ministry to be infiltrated in a cold war spy novel, but whatever. Anyway, I don't want to make a party political point (since politics isn't, generally speaking, the point of this blog) but Jacqui -- or Big Sister, as she will undoubtedly be known to posterity -- recently signed into law a new statutory instrument under the Regulation of Investigatory Powers Act 2000. Under this instrument, 796 organisations now have the right to look at our telephone records. These include the police, the Department of Health (it's only a matter of time before your calls to Domino's pizza will, along with your smoking habits, become a factor in your waiting list ranking for NHS), the Immigration Service, the Food Standards Agency and 796 organisations now have the right to look at our telephone records. Not just Woking council, of course, but local authorities in general. Honestly. It gets more like North Korea round here every day, except luckily the government don't run Waitrose so the food shortages haven't cut in yet.

I'd lay a pound to a penny that the first time Woking council invoke their new Stalinist powers it will not be to defeat a cunning plot by international terrorists dedicated to our destruction but in a dispute over hedges or car parking.

In the future, everyone will be famous to fifteen people.
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Global warming is nothing compared to the stupidity tsunami on the way

Someone forwarded a story about the lottery to me. The national lottery, that is. Now, I'm rather proud of the fact that I have never, ever played the lottery. I regard it as a cynical government tax on stupidity, as did Adam Smith, and he knew a thing or two about economics. Since the cash bonus that they get is of the order of billions, it means that the government has no incentive to reduce stupidity, which seems something of a moral hazard to me, but what do I know. Anyway, if you don't believe that the people who play the lottery are stupid, read the story. The lottery launched a new winter-themed game on Monday. To qualify for a prize, users had to scratch away a window to reveal a temperature lower than the figure displayed on each card. It being winter, some of the temperatures were below freezing. But the concept of comparing negative numbers proved too difficult for products of the Great British Edukashun system and Camelot received dozens of complaints on the first day from players who could not understand how, for example, -5 is higher than -6. One of them was Tina Farrell, from Levenshulme who said

On one of my cards it said I had to find temperatures lower than -8. The numbers I uncovered were -6 and -7 so I thought I had won, and so did the woman in the shop. But when she scanned the card the machine said I hadn't. I phoned Camelot and they fobbed me off with some story that -6 is higher - not lower - than -8 but I'm not having it.

That's the bulldog spirit! Pig headed ignorance and a joyous disregard for learning, jumbled in the chav culture of rights without responsibilities. Some times I do genuinely begin to despair for our great nation. Whatever government figures about exam results might say, it is indisputable to anyone who has to mix with the general public (eg, not members of the government) that British society is becoming stupider, after several hundred years of getting steadily cleverer.

In the future, everyone will be famous to fifteen people.
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