Monday, 2 December 2013

No such thing as society..

In Britain we used to have things; institutions, unified and joined up services.
Railways, NHS, postal service.

Now we don't.
In theory this creates employment.

As lots of little companies are formed, blossom, bloom, collapse, waste my time and my money by being inefficient...or plain dishonest.

Private is always better.

I kid you not, on Saturday, I was walking past an old building that was being renovated. A sign pointed out that the pavement I was walking on did not belong to the town. It belonged to the people who were renovating the building into a coffee shop; in theory if they decided that anyone wearing green was to be banned from walking on their precious bit of slab, I'm guessing that the law would have to agree?

But regarding the prehistoric, here and now, I'd forgotten how important narratives are, in diagnosing the  pathology belief system of the story-teller, and as a method of spinning dreams.

Megalithic sites used to come under the guardianship of English Heritage. That is being dismantled. At best the National Trust steps in, actually the NT should run our hospitals...

This morning I read that historic and prehistoric sites in Britain are like recalcitrant teenagers, in need of encouragement to get up, out of bed, to seek employment:
"Our historic buildings are loved by everyone, and act as a magnet for tourists from all over the world. English Heritage sites like Stonehenge, Hadrian's Wall, Tintagel Castle and Battle Abbey are at the very heart of what England is all about. As such we want them to be able to give them the tools they need so as they can generate their own income." Read more...

Well you know what, it doesn't matter.
Compared to the rest of it...privatise away.

The popular megalithic structures are generally set in concrete,  the story fixed in a bronze plaque, and anyone who feels inclined to use the place to honor the ancestors risks being glared at as an antisocial miscreant. The visitor center anywhere is something I avoid unless I'm in a particularly black mood with sarcasm batteries at full strength...but if the barn at Avebury is anything to go by, and the promise that real human remains will be displayed at Stonehenge, you can bet your bottom dollar that crass and superficial will be the parts and sum of the parts.

I'm so glad that no one else cares about the places I care about!