What has been the obvious missing ingredient in this election campaign? A real debate on Europe? A discussion of limits to the transfer of public services to private contractors?
Or have we really been wanting a hard acid dancefloor workout satirically sampling George Galloway? Of course we have. And now that we have one (courtesy of Harry) the blog wonders how we ever managed without it.
Shuffles over to big speaker. Dances until the lights come on. Gurns.
And as nuanced political satire it works on another level, because it reminds us of a certain piece of legislation from way back in the year of Our Lord nineteen hundred and ninety-four.
Name the act and the Home Secretary who created it ...
63.—(1) This section applies to a gathering on land in the open air of 100 or more persons (whether or not trespassers) at which amplified music is played during the night (with or without intermissions) and is such as, by reason of its loudness and duration and the time at which it is played, is likely to cause serious distress to the inhabitants of the locality; and for this purpose—
(a) such a gathering continues during intermissions in the music and, where the gathering extends over several days, throughout the period during which amplified music is played at night (with or without intermissions); and
(b) "music" includes sounds wholly or predominantly characterised by the emission of a succession of repetitive beats.
(Answer is: here)
Mixology is the real winner so far in this election campaign. We have already celebrated the Indymedia/DJ Moniker Island in the sun/immigration rhetoric satire in the link log. But we feel the need to remind everyone that it is there.
