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The Guardian should know better

I like the Guardian, probably because it’s so tech savvy, but I was dissapointed reading Simon Hoggart’s column (via The Lichfield Blog) having a bit of a moan about Michael Fabricant MP’s use of Twitter.

Hoggart takes the typical response to seeing Twitter;

“I don’t understand it, therefore it’s just full of toilet trip talk and sandwich fillings from people who have nothing better to do than seek all the attention in the world as best they can in 140 characters.”

His article was, in essence, an elongated version of exactly the kind of drivel he assumes Twitter is constructed from. There’s about as much interesting reading there as there is on a pack of B&H.

I can sympathise with his viewpoint though. After all, Twitter is faster than traditional media at reporting the news.

Does nationalism matter?


Image courtesy of geishaboy500
Image courtesy of geishaboy500

I was walking past Lichfield police station today, watching their grubby Union Jack flapping around in the wind and I wondered why the Lichfield District Council building just down the road didn’t also have a Union Jack proudly waving around.

In fact, why don’t all Government buildings have a Union Jack?

I’m kind of a nationalist – in the sense that I like to feel like I’m part of something, like I belong – but not in the defensive ‘screw everyone else, let’s be completely independent’ sense.

One of my favourite phrases is “no involvement, no commitment” because I think applies to so many things. I’m of the mind that a greater sense of nationality (similar to what the U.S. seems to have) would help society to function more cohesively. Maybe flying the flag is one part of that.

What do you think? Does nationalism matter? Should Government buildings fly the flag? Do you fly the flag?


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Feels Like Home

It’s funny how you get that ‘feels like home’ feeling.

Come Wednesday I’ll have lived (apart from a short stint from March to October of this year) in Lichfield for 3 years.

Today, I’m back at my parents house where I lived for 20 years. The house I was very nearly born in.

I feel incredibly comfortable here and I’ve only just really noticed it. I’m instantly more relaxed than I am back at my flat. Maybe I should work here every day.

What is that? Is that some deep psychological instinct going on? I dunno, but I like it.

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