A big fat census-form package plopped onto my doormat this morning.
So it must be that time of the decade again.

I have no objections at all to filling in the form — I feel the information is both needed and useful — my one bitch with the system is that it takes years for the average punter to be able to access it for personal use. Even when you enter it directly into some computer somewhere, as I intend to do, now that it’s possible to return the information online.

However, the local town nutters cannot let the occasion pass without whining for some kind of ‘special’ treatment. (As usual.) This time they’re pleading for us to fill in our religion as some sort of modern euphemism for drugged-up, blissed-out hippy; or NewAger; or something similar.
They got their stupid way with Jedi Knights — what more do they want ?
What’s wrong with : “Brain-addled relic of the sixties and seventies; still working out my adolescent rebellion against the Church; and unable to adjust to modern life” ?


About glastonburycomment

- a social commentator, resident in Glastonbury
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