I had a great day walking with very good friends in the Lake District yesterday. They are fitter than me so I had to suffer a degree of pain as I battled up around Dungeon Ghyll, but was spurred on by a feeling of anger.
My mate's son, who is just three years old, is going to nursery. Unbelievably when the kids sing nursery rhymes thay have to sing baa baa pink sheep rather than black sheep. I thought that crap went out with the old Greater London County Council, or was a figment of a Daily Mail journalist's hypersensitive imagination in condemning political correctness gone mad. But no, it is alive and kicking.
But that's not the only one. When they do This Little Piggy they are not allowed to say 'this little piggy had none'. Apparently it is not 'inclusive' enough and could upset the poor little darlings. I think that was the convoluted logic. What chance have we got?
Suddenly the old joke about the politically correct pantomime in Camden doesn't seem quite so funny. You know the one surely? 'Precipitation of Indeterminate Colour and the Seven Persons of Diminutive Stature'.