Grumpy about guns
Monday, 8 February 2010
Here’s my Observer column from yesterday, in which I am grumpy about guns. Opinion is interestingly divided in the comments underneath. Some very nice, thinking I’m making a valid point (which I find very reassuring, since I am always terrified of writing columns that just “make a point” without any jokes in; I was taught throughout childhood to believe that almost nothing is worth saying unless it’s funny, and I’m not entirely sure that isn’t completely true.) Some perfectly nice but disagreeing completely and saying I’m wrong. And some, naturally, saying that because I occasionally drive past Regents Park and see an armed policeman standing there, I am over-privileged, chewing on a silver spoon at the top of an ivory tower, no sense of the real world etc etc. They’re right: there is actually a full inspection of bank statements going back four generations for anyone who wants to go near Regents Park.
Actually, I joke. Give it another three years and there probably will be.