They [who are they?] have put in turnstyles at our railway station. Apparently to curb crime but in action to curb the flow of traffic. The trains unload and a seriously ugly scene develops in seconds, the teenagers drift in clumps of hormonal discharge and the elderly bounce uncontrollably from the shoulders and bags of the commuters. The surge is a heath and safety nightmare, the backlog soon sits like a unsavory drainage crisis and voices hiss leaking expletives in the ears of the innocent. The number of guards and attendants have had to triple to filter through the sleepy and snappy travellers and the transport police hover as extras in a crowd scene from a Lynda Le Plante drama. This obstacle course is an exersize in statistical analysis, we are numbers on a chart of law and order, figures in a game the men in suits think suitable and acceptable, we should revolt and scale the barriers in a citizens olympiad of protest. Though I guess its unlikely and they know it. Angry dears such as I will occasionally snipe and grizzle but the masses are under control, like mice on the mouse organ we are workers and in general only parts in the machine and not the keys to release disorder.
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