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| Mr Robot’s revolutionary tips for Jeremy Corbyn Mr Robot’s revolutionary tips for Jeremy Corbyn | |
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| If you really want to know where we are as a world, rather than a tiny and bamboozled nation, turn away from the news and towards Mr Robot, the award-winning US drama that has just entered its second season. It follows the adventures of Elliot Alderson, an emotionally troubled young computer security engineer turned vigilante hacker. He is recruited by the eponymous character, the leader of a New York-based anarchist group, to destroy the largest conglomerate in the world. | If you really want to know where we are as a world, rather than a tiny and bamboozled nation, turn away from the news and towards Mr Robot, the award-winning US drama that has just entered its second season. It follows the adventures of Elliot Alderson, an emotionally troubled young computer security engineer turned vigilante hacker. He is recruited by the eponymous character, the leader of a New York-based anarchist group, to destroy the largest conglomerate in the world. |
| Of course, emotionally troubled heroes out to bring down the big guys and champion the underdog are nothing new. But Elliot may be the first to be inspired by the chance to wipe out people’s debt (money being these days just a mass of pixels on a screen and bytes on a server, and nicely susceptible to his re-coding ministrations) and bring about, as Mr Robot says, “the single biggest incident of wealth redistribution in history!” | Of course, emotionally troubled heroes out to bring down the big guys and champion the underdog are nothing new. But Elliot may be the first to be inspired by the chance to wipe out people’s debt (money being these days just a mass of pixels on a screen and bytes on a server, and nicely susceptible to his re-coding ministrations) and bring about, as Mr Robot says, “the single biggest incident of wealth redistribution in history!” |
| If television is both a barometer and a bellwether of collective concerns and incipient urges … guys, I think we just ushered in the age of cyber-communism. And its vanguard is getting Golden Globes instead of the hurried assembly of a new House Un-American Activities Committee. | If television is both a barometer and a bellwether of collective concerns and incipient urges … guys, I think we just ushered in the age of cyber-communism. And its vanguard is getting Golden Globes instead of the hurried assembly of a new House Un-American Activities Committee. |
| Forget (if you haven’t already in order to protect your own mental health and preserve that precious, un-ulcerated stomach lining) the Labour party and its flailing after whatever it decides it is actually flailing after; the revolution is being televised, comrade, right now. | Forget (if you haven’t already in order to protect your own mental health and preserve that precious, un-ulcerated stomach lining) the Labour party and its flailing after whatever it decides it is actually flailing after; the revolution is being televised, comrade, right now. |
| Its leader is a skinny, badly dressed, unsmiling man determined to try and save a world he more or less clearly hates. You’re going to feel very much at home, except that Elliot has the perfect modern skillset with which to accomplish his goals. | Its leader is a skinny, badly dressed, unsmiling man determined to try and save a world he more or less clearly hates. You’re going to feel very much at home, except that Elliot has the perfect modern skillset with which to accomplish his goals. |
| Brexit: the royal remedy | Brexit: the royal remedy |
| “Where is the Queen?” people have been crying since everything went pear-shaped on 24 June. “Isn’t she meant to unite us? Lead us safely by the regal hand through times of national angst and geopolitical turmoil?” | “Where is the Queen?” people have been crying since everything went pear-shaped on 24 June. “Isn’t she meant to unite us? Lead us safely by the regal hand through times of national angst and geopolitical turmoil?” |
| Well, yes she is, and now she has. And how? By going to the pub. The Sheep Heid Inn in Edinburgh played host to Her Maj when she called in for a meal – possibly rump of lamb, possibly sea bass, according to reports – after a day at Musselburgh racecourse. | Well, yes she is, and now she has. And how? By going to the pub. The Sheep Heid Inn in Edinburgh played host to Her Maj when she called in for a meal – possibly rump of lamb, possibly sea bass, according to reports – after a day at Musselburgh racecourse. |
| Imagine the advisers who must have been flocking round her these past few weeks, recommending a stirring speech here, a pointed state visit there, the deployment of the Emergency Third Pregnancy Plan (“Wake up, Kate! The Palace called and so does duty!”), eager to orchestrate the subtle gathering of royal muscle ready to be flexed when the time of crisis looks deepest. Imagine Liz Twoth looking round in silence at the jabbering fools and growing pandemonium around her, inwardly summoning the wisdom gleaned from 64 years on the job and announcing, “Nah. Pub.” And off she trots, knowing that sometimes – often, almost always, in fact – there is really nothing else to be done. | Imagine the advisers who must have been flocking round her these past few weeks, recommending a stirring speech here, a pointed state visit there, the deployment of the Emergency Third Pregnancy Plan (“Wake up, Kate! The Palace called and so does duty!”), eager to orchestrate the subtle gathering of royal muscle ready to be flexed when the time of crisis looks deepest. Imagine Liz Twoth looking round in silence at the jabbering fools and growing pandemonium around her, inwardly summoning the wisdom gleaned from 64 years on the job and announcing, “Nah. Pub.” And off she trots, knowing that sometimes – often, almost always, in fact – there is really nothing else to be done. |
| Mums and PMs | Mums and PMs |
| As a mother, I am very confused about what, as a mother, I am allowed to do. As a mother, I would apparently be a good PM but (if the stats on the number of women permitted to return to work at their pre-partum level are to be believed) nothing else. And, as a mother, I am allowed to stay home with my kids, but not (according to the furore over the picture of Victoria Beckham doing so with five-year-old daughter, Harper) kiss them on the mouth. But I am allowed to name them Harper? Could somebody, please, clarify? | As a mother, I am very confused about what, as a mother, I am allowed to do. As a mother, I would apparently be a good PM but (if the stats on the number of women permitted to return to work at their pre-partum level are to be believed) nothing else. And, as a mother, I am allowed to stay home with my kids, but not (according to the furore over the picture of Victoria Beckham doing so with five-year-old daughter, Harper) kiss them on the mouth. But I am allowed to name them Harper? Could somebody, please, clarify? |