Loss of control

HERE we are day in and day out, in these letters pages, year after year, talking to one another about the kind of society we’d like for ourselves.

Is it really conceivable that we would ever all agree to kick the actual power to shape our lives so far upstairs by voting Yes to the Lisbon Treaty that all suchfuture conversations among ourselves would become fatuous?

It would become so irrelevant that it would suit better the rest-room in One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest.