By Richard Cottrell: A country crosses the Rubicon to a full blown totalitarian state when its agents decide to read the contents of seaside post cards.
In the future anyone sending the traditional vacation greeting ‘wish you were here’ to family and friends through the UK’s Royal Mail will do so in the knowledge that faceless clerks working for the intelligence services will try to decipher exactly what ‘having a lovely time’ really means.
A lovely time making bombs perhaps? Is ‘the sea is a bit cold for the time of the year’ some kind of code to transmit concealed instructions to a cell of fiendish plotters?
God forbid that anyone should send love and kisses from anywhere east of Sussex and sign off ‘Mohammed.’ That will be quite sufficient to earn a 4 a.m. wake up call from Scotland Yard’s finest.
Nor is it just about plain old postcards by any means. A new bill crawling through parliament conveys the power to read inscriptions written on the outside of envelopes.
There used to be a very famous message popular with service personnel posted around the empire, who were inclined to inscribe BURMA on the back of coming home letters addressed to wives and girl friends. Decoded, it read: Be Undressed and Ready My Angel.
Lord knows what the censors might make of that in these days of synthetic paranoia manufactured by the denizens of law and order and the security-obsessed guards of the state.