Wherein a handful of Brits wage war on the ills of contemporary society, armed only with sarcasm, hugs and a megaphone:
The Canary Wharf security team – or “fake police”, as they’re called here – don’t look happy at all. Particularly when they’re on the receiving end of the hugs.

or Why I’m not paying into my pension any more, in three easy steps

So what is postculturism? I promised you an explanation and, dash it all, you shall have one.
The Derrick Jensen quotation in the sidebar says it all, really: “The age of grotesque exuberance is over.”
You don’t have to empathise with Jensen’s anarchoprimitivist [...]

Make your own version of this poster here (if poor James Holden’s server doesn’t explode from the global enthusiasm)
Here’s my rather lame attempt:

Pic by Rexbox – click photo for original
…which was a rejig of a David Byrne snapshot here

As of tomorrow, all our mobile calls, emails and web visits will be recorded and the data retained for a year.
This sort of thing barely raises a shrug these days, does it? A quick roll of the eyes and “Blimming government, tchuh” and that’s it. Perhaps because if we really looked contemporary life square [...]