tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20119470.post3652999857592267805..comments2023-08-20T15:59:58.293+05:00Comments on Dope City Free Press: Hey!Mr. Beer N. Hockeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07184518909716677938noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20119470.post-39414261349997459912010-01-10T02:50:53.476+05:002010-01-10T02:50:53.476+05:00It is those spoiled little bastards who are born o...It is those spoiled little bastards who are born on a different planet, I suspect.<br /><br />Planet Indulgence. The air they breathe seems to be more rarified than our carbon footprint might suggest.<br /><br />Flip side of the coin. Midway through my son's first year at school, his teacher worked hard to prepare those five-year-olds into putting on a Christmas Show. Not a nativity thing, but they were cranked up to high doh all the same. He didn't say much about it but he was nervous.<br /><br />Anyway. Into the lunch hall all the parents trooped to share in the tension. Countless mobile phones fidgeted in and out pockets. I asked one of the classroom assistants dotted about if it was ok to take a couple of pictures before the place filled up.<br /><br />"Of course," she said.<br /><br />I got out the phone and fiddled with the menu. I hate these things. Already in one corner flashes were popping off as if there was enough battery power to light up the hall. It was worse than a Rolling Stones bash.<br /><br />I got the phone up in front of me as those kids stared back horrified and wracked with stage fright.<br /><br />I could see the classroom assistant running towards me as if to slide into a tackle and bring me down on the hard floor.<br /><br />"Sorry!" she gasped. "You can't take any pictures. My mistake."<br /><br />Her face was flushed and apologetic. I sat back down a little abashed.<br /><br />In Tony Blair's Toy Town Britain everybody was and is a suspect.ibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08788986697776895039noreply@blogger.com