The preservation of Pastries. The deprevation of War. Pastry. War. War. Pastry.

So I am back in England. Two things strike me. One is the frantic frenzy of force feeding fear. It is on the news. It is in the newspapers. It is on the radio. It goes thus.

Pakistan Pakistan Pakistan Pakistan Pakistan. Iran Iran Iran Iran. Whatyougonnado whatyou whatyougonnado whatyou gonnado

On arriving in England I feel I’ve stumbled onto the set of an angry dysfunctional infomercial. A constant stream, flood, torrent of information feeds the insatiable needs of everlasting war. Stepping off the plane into this intense information windtunnel is more shocking than the freezing temperature because cold can be tempered with clothing. This stuff gets under the skin.

Meanwhile the rest of the world - and fifa - looks at the English with the expression of “what’s up with you people – we building our economies” . In an interview for a magazine the other day I said “the English are in a post colonialist state of shock desperately searching for some place, some standing in a changed world and in so much they must cause disruption. The English need war.” I say this as an Englishman. Neil Gaiman is right.

I said there were two things. The second is pastries. Does England live off pastries and sandwiches. Everywhere I go, pastries pastries, pastries. “would youlike a pastry with that sirr… any pastries sirrr”. No No No. Too many pastries. maybe the pastries are somehow contributing for the need to go to war. Who knows.

To make English society better stop with the fear mongering and get on with building the economy. The fear model doesn’t work okay. I read Naomi Klein and she’s right. Stop it. Enough with the fear already and enough with the pastries. Except... the almond encrusted sugar dusted croissants are tooo tempting.. lets have a conference about whether or not they stay.

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