|Gates (Not Bill)
||[Mar. 27th, 2007|10:37 am]
They are putting gates on the alley at the back of the house. The idea is that all residents will have a key and transients and hoodies and mischief-minded kids will be kept at bay. I take it as a sign of the times.
Class solidarity is dead. Everybody mistrusts everybody else. Get the fuck off my land.
I'm in two minds (when am I not?)
On the one hand I'm as mistrustful and fearful as the next man.
On the other, I'm all about liberty and the right to roam- and gates are against my religion.
When I was a student some fascist bought a field we were in the habit of walking across on our way to the pub. We broke his fence. He mended it. We broke it. He mended it. We broke it. He mended it. We got bored and found another way round.
And so the world wags.
But the feeling when you rock a concrete fence-post back and forth until it cracks and then you twist it round and round until the steel rods inside overheat and snap and the thing breaks off and you toss it aside- that's a very good feeling...