So I’ve been a bit of a busy Prick lately, tied up on a number of fronts and working on a project which I can’t share the details of just yet, and posting has been subsequently light. In any case today it was a train down to Bowral, first class no less (it’s hardly the pointy end of an A380 to London, but we do what we can), where I was confronted with yet another example of the lowest common denominator infantilisation of our society:
Piss-weak dishwater beer in the bar car was the strongest stuff they’d serve. Why? In not so many words, the Country Link guy told me out was to prevent problems with bogans getting on the piss and acting up.
You know what? I’m sick of policies and policy makers using this sort of thinking, if it can be called that, as an excuse to make life marginally less pleasant and more expensive and difficult for the rest of us. If someone acts up on a train, put him off or cut him off. Otherwise, we’re all adults. Let’s act like it, and treat and serve each other similarly.