Big Brother is Having a Happy Christmas
1984 may now be twenty five years ago – but that nightmare Orwellian vision is closer to the truth now than even George Orwell can have envisaged in his darker moments. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry the other day when I heard about the naked scanner being trialled at Manchester Airport.
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I’m being watched
I live in a quiet village. A really sleepy little one – or so I thought. The big news this week is that somebody tried to burgle the bowling club. Not exactly crimes of the century, but the pensioners obviously don’t agree. Clearly something had to be done. So [...]