Ah, lazy Saturday afternoons, blogging with the tennis on in the background.
Yesterday the Manifesto Club was all over the blogs, having been featured in the Times.
More than 700 “controlled drinking zones” have been set up across England, giving police sweeping powers to confiscate beer and wine from anyone enjoying a quiet outdoor tipple.
I once saw a picknicing couple approached by an official in my local park, presumably because of their bottle of wine. Seems daft. Like Nick M, we have a picnic hamper. At some point we’ll get around to using it, but will we dare to take a bottle of wine?
The Manifesto Club have also noticed all the health and safety signs that seem to be multiplying. They have a fun photo essay on the subject.
They also campaign against bureacracy that impedes visiting foreign artists; against vetting everyone who so much as looks at a child; against censoring un-PC poetry in schools; for free speech in general and in favour of cheap flights.
They sound like an all-right bunch of people.
They are former Marxist type libertarians, and should probably be approached with care. That said, they do often talk sense.