Remember, Remember

Two things have happened over the past 24 hours which I wish I'd taken part in. The first was a live webchat on Iain Dale's blog on the US election. He wanted volunteers to cover the major TV and radio channels. The second was far more significant in its own way; Old Holburn's "walk" in London.

Prevented by work commitments (and, in the second case, truth to tell, a fear of ending up in a police cell) I was forced instead to ponder from afar. I'm sure Iain Dale's webchat was a lot of fun. Old Holburn on the other hand, now according to Old Leg Iron, in the hands of the authorities, will have had an altogether different experience.

Old Holburn wanted to explore what would happen to anyone who walked into Parliament Square in eccentric dress and wearing a mask - and he appears to have found out the hard way. The harder facts will come out over the next few days (assuming he comes out first, of course) but on the face of it this is a damming indictment of life under ZaNu Labour. Ten blokes wearing masks sauntering up Whitehall were apparently enough to throw Brown's Bullies into a frenzy.

It is truly terrifying how powerful and omnipresent the government now is in this country. The level of behavioural compliance expected of individuals is frightening. It's only getting worse.

And it has to stop.

(Picture half-inched from Leg Iron / Old Holburn, who in turn half-inched it from Guido)