Punk Was A Protest Against Work And

Labour-saving Devices Just Make Us Try To Cram More Pointless Activities Into Each Day, Rather Than Doing The Important Thing, Which Is To Enjoy Our Life.

As The Son Of A Feminist Mother, I Grew Up With The Idea That Work Was A Sort Of Salvation For Women As It Would Give Them Freedom From The Domestic Grind. Now It Seems Work Is A Form Of Slavery, Undertaken Out Of Apparent Compulsion Rather Than Choice.

We Have To Wonder Whether Digital Technology, Rather Than Making It Easier To Communicate, Is Actually Doing The Opposite. We Now Sit Alone At A Keyboard, Firing Off Zeros And Ones Into The Ether. Offices Are Silent.

Long Weekends At Festivals, Short Weeks At Home, All Summer Long: Now That Is Surely Preferable To The Immense Cost And Headache Of The Nuclear Family Holiday In The Sun?

One Aspect Of Fast London Life I Have Never Understood, For Example, Is The Custom Of The Gym. Why Do People Go To Gyms?