Off on my holidays, and another kind of Social Contract...

Off on my hols with the better half for the next couple of weeks, much needed - especially since a client of a client (IT and subcontracting is a Russan Doll affair...) decided to drop a load of must-be-done work at the last minutes.

And as an addendum to Charlotte Gore's rather interesting debate on the Social Contract, I'd like to add there is another form of Social Contract and that is Not Being A Dick.

Returning to my office, dinner in hand, a parked driver thought he'd try and wet me with his windscreen washers as a bit of a laugh. Ha fucking ha. Naturally I kicked his window in, dragged him out and beat him into a bloody pulp... Not.

But I could've done. If I was less of a wuss. Or I'd had a bad morning. Or I'd had a few pints. Or I was some kind of psychopathic chav or chavette.

We go on about violent assault, and how society has got nastier, well there's a converse to that - and that's people acting like arseholes frankly deserving a good kicking. I don't mean because of the way they look, or what they say - but how they treat others. If you plan to inconvenience people for your own personal jollity, expect other people to do bad things to you for their own personal vengeance.

First lesson everyone needs to learn is How Not To be A Dick. It's not hard, some folk just need a remedial class on it.

Right, holidays here I come!