Meta-capitalism

I have now slayed the seasonal goliath that is christmas shopping (two full days earlier than normal). The streets are still packed with rampant consumer-zombies bashing into each other and pawing at everything in the shop til their greedy magpie eyes light upon something shiny. Then a dim flicker of intelligence flares up inside them and they somehow remember their card and pin number before roaming off into the winter twilight of liverpool.

I jest of course, I’m not anti-possession or material goods and cleverer people than me have written many words about how the spiritual elements have got lost along the way. Actually there is something quite comforting about thinking that the crowds of people outside all have someone they love enough to brave the cold and the queues and the discomfort for.