“Picnics enable you to be outside, eat fun finger-food and enjoy that greatest of pastimes: People-watching.”
— Gregg Wallace
Farhana Veronika with Golfing Rory and footballing John
World issues were discussed and solved over several Dutch and Bohemian mothers milk as well as Mums, Joseph Perriers and Moets
The sea was 21 degrees on this balmy Monday …
Picnics at secret little spots around the bays
“Things taste better outdoors. And if it’s a forbidden thing, so much the better.” — Franny Billingsley
The post-totalitarian system touches people at every step, but it does so with its ideological gloves on. This is why life in the system is so thoroughly permeated with hypocrisy and lies: government by bureaucracy is called popular government; the working class is enslaved in the name of the working class; the complete degradation of the individual is presented as his or her ultimate liberation; depriving people of information is called making it available; the use of power to manipulate is called the public control of power, and the arbitrary abuse of power is called observing the legal code; the repression of culture is called its development; the expansion of imperial influence is presented as support for the oppressed; the lack of free expression becomes the highest form of freedom; farcical elections become the highest form of democracy; banning independent thought becomes the most scientific of world views; military occupation becomes fraternal assistance. Because the regime is captive to its own lies, it must falsify everything. It falsifies the past. It falsifies the present, and it falsifies the future. It falsifies statistics. It pretends not to possess an omnipotent and unprincipled police apparatus. It pretends to respect human rights. It pretends to persecute no one. It pretends to fear nothing. It pretends to pretend nothing.
