Thursday, December 13, 2012

Stop making census

Scrubbed 2011 census data is now available and the papers are full of yadayadayada about the percentage of the population identifying their religious affiliation as Jedi and other such enterprises of great pith and moment.

I remember the census weekend because a friend of the Bomber stayed over at ours on the Saturday night.  If he had stayed over on Sunday I would have had to supplied Her Majesty's snoopers with all sort of information that I, straw chewing bumpkin that I am, didn't actually know; trivial things like his precise surname and address. I knew his family well enough , and that he could be taken home through the park, turn right, turn left, first house over the road but the more formal stuff eluded me.

I know the details now, but I won't share them with you. He needs to stay incognito as I recently heard the boys chuckling about the fact that this year our guest has snaffled a whiteboard controller and sometimes uses if to mess, ghost-in-the-machine stylee, with a teacher's mind in class. Officially I disapprove but it does bring a smile to my face every time I think of it.
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