Jeremy Clarkson...
You either love or hate him. As I have a fondness for constrained rebellion, I am rather fond of his outspoken views.
From the The Sunday Times 28th June...
Glasonbury 21st July ‘09
Apparently 35,000 poor souls got up in the middle of the night and were dragged by their beliefs and their little Citoens to a field in Wiltshire where they were forced by custom to mark the disappontingly cloudy dawn by chanting and pretending to be King Aurthur. I have every sympathy with these people and I wish them well. I like hippies in the world. They bring a richness and a calm, and while they like to wear hoods, they do not beat up old ladies.
And that brings me to another point. What in the name of whatever God you hold dear were the police doing using an unmanned spy drone to fly around, taking pictures of these people as they swayed gently in stillness of morning?
On the crime-o-meter, Johnny, Johhny Pop'es merry little gang of batchelors is far more likely to be involved in serious wrong doing than the dizzy driud bird with flowers in her hair.
I can see why the army might need a spy drone in Afghanistan. But how on earth could the Wiltshire constabulary justify the purchase of such a thing? To catch crop circlists? It's the most absurd thing I have ever heard.
The fact is despite the massive, and extremly costly, operation the police made 37 arrests, mostly for minor public order offences. That is one in a thousand...or thereabouts.
I am not suggesting that the police ignore large gatherings of people. But I simply cannot understand why such large numbers were used to monitor a group of people who, by their very nature , pose about as much threat to the world as a flock of budgeriagars. They hum. They make love to one another. They speak welsh. And they go home.
My comments
And there is Jezza's delighful insight for another week. I for one totally agree with him. But who am I...just a hardworking tax payer. At least I don't live in Wiltshire, that would been really upset me. Let’s not mention our rates....
