The five weeks in Lincoln came to an end last Friday and after six days on the road through Blighty’s very disunited kingdom some reflections might be appropriate. Well, isn’t the Daily Mail a disgustingly xenophobic rag? But, no different from die Bild with neither paper really a kick in the arse off of the rest of the mainstream press.
Moreover, if Bath seems planets removed from some of the bits of Birmingham and Sheffield that I drifted through, so too is Gelsenkirchen, Chemnitz and Cottbus from this little town just outside Munich. Therefore, what am I trying to place my finger on? The jingoistic nonsense spouted out every morning by a particular person in a particular cafe in Lincoln, no doubt has a variation of the theme in this part of the world.
However, what about this for the unacceptable face of capitalism? Costa Coffee offers a decent cup of coffee, but only at a “decent” price and when stopping at a services on the motorway that price becomes indecent. So, while the reflections continue running about in my head, could someone, perhaps, tell me why a multi-national like Costa finds it alright to lump a premium of about 30% onto its coffee on the motorway?
And then you realise that this is what Britain is about and what makes it a little bit different from Germany, be it Gelsenkirchen, Chemnitz, or Munich. British capitalists are particularly greedy bastards and, while I am sure, German capitalists are also greedy, greedy, there just seems to be no reining them in over in a Blighty where all things public are being turned over to the private sphere and what are the odds on them dismantling pavements in the poorer areas, while privatising the air that we breathe?