Add Salt to Taste

Let us take each other firmly by the throat and dance away down to the very fish and chip shops of all we hold dear, now that the sun is setting over the mushy peas of all we once dared dream.

Once, we thought, there would be vinegar aplenty and our chips would have all the salt – with do regard to the strictly enforced government mandated daily allowances thereof - a person with socks to call their own could ever want or need.

Ah, but we were young, young and foolish and we had gambolled ‘til dawn’s early light not realising what political mendacity lay just beyond our horizons, and how what we once thought could be freedom would turn into this dull mundane slog of an existence. An existence where even the salt we dare put on our chips is watched over and a stultified populace knows Big Brother only as a brain-rottingly bland (Un-)Reality TV programme.

It seems that whatever we do, whosoever we vote for, all we will ever get are those who feel it is their duty to tell us what to do, what to say and what to think and – even – how much salt our chips need, irrespective of our own quite legitimate needs or desires.