I miss Greece.

Greece must be a hot bed of terrorist activity. I mean I didn’t see any signs of it while I was there but if the UK with all our special measures can’t keep our own citizens from suicide bombing us, Greeks must be like lambs to the slaughter. The same with teenage violence, drugs and binge drinking. They don’t have CCTV, police patrols or speed cameras. The only police car I saw looked like he was going home for his dinner. And they sell alcohol like its, well I won’t go into that. No, Greece must be overrun with social problems. But it isn’t. Young children play in the streets in the evenings, young people have unproblematic fun, cars without a hope of an MOT, motorcyclist without helmets carrying five year olds on their knees, it all works fine. But surely it shouldn’t. It’s paedophile heaven, an insurers nightmare, drunken teenage joy riders paradise, and fertile Alkida breeding ground. It’s not. But it illuminates the amount of fear, frustration and latent anger in the UK’s social multicultural zeitgeist. On the radio yesterday a woman was complaining about the sound of children in a nearby school playground. What a freak! That is until she described the noise. It wasn’t of children having fun but children shrieking in emotional frenzy that might pass as joy but isn’t. In these little seedpods of our coming generation the zeitgeist is fermenting. It will flower into broken relationships, obesity, unhappiness and the inability to cope. Good times for therapists and policemen but not so good for everybody else.