Verona, Thursday evening
Here we are again, back in Piazza Bra’, gazing at the Arena. The opera season’s over now but there’s some sort of furniture show on at the Fiera di Verona which is driving the population wild. Apparently furniture’s “in” this season, the way that Crocs were last. Actually I don’t see many Crocs on the marbled Verona streets, which is a shame, because these slippy surfaces are probably one of the few places they would serve practical advantage. I spend the evenings wandering from square to square, clutching a novel under my arm, thinking: this is probably not the best preparation for writing a column about politics. Away with that pitying look, madam! I’m a happy-go-lucky statistician, and all of Europe is my oyster. Well, a small part of north-eastern Italy. And it’s not really mine. And I don’t like oysters. (Isn’t that the dirty line from Spartacus?)
Alright: oh God. I’m so, so sick of squeezing myself through airports and flying about, just to go to work. Airports heave with salarymen like me, being pushed like model soldiers across some war-gaming-board, mostly for reasons that could not be justified under any reasonable criteria (I mean: I work with some of the smartest minds on the planet. You’d think we’d have learned how to use a phone by now). Most of us are separated from our loved ones. I’m never apart from Mr Keith without wondering how many days we have left before The Event overtakes one of us. I doubt I’m unique in this? It’s such a short life, isn’t it? Am I getting the Quality Of Life balance right?
Whenever newspapers discuss quality of life, it’s always in terms of “Tories want to stop poor people going on holiday”. I think it’s more true to say “Tories would prefer that people who live in Scotland don’t have to fly to London in order to fly somewhere else on holiday”, but never mind. If by some miracle I ever found myself in front of a candidate selection panel, I can save them one question: No more airports or expansion thereof, in the south east, none, ever. I don’t know anyone who ever flies anywhere voluntarily, other than for their summer holiday.
And I think government could play it’s part. The company I work for has a beautiful suite of videoconferencing facilities that save us a lot of travel – we just don’t have enough of them. We should offer taxbreaks to large companies, to get them to switch from flying to videoconference. Maybe boroughs should build them, and hire them out to small businesses.
More taxbreaks could be offered to people to have them work at home. Am I wrong in this simple reasoning? If everyone who went to work in an office spent one day a week working at home, we’d reduce rush-hour traffic by a fair bit, no? I know, some people can’t work at home – but an awful lot more people could, than do currently. It strikes me as ridiculous that in 2007, so many people still undergo hell in order to get to an aesthetically repulsive office environment, to do work that could as easily be conducted from home. Everyone should experience the strange joy that comes of dialling into An Important Meeting while lolling around the bed in a scuzzy pair of trackies. Not that I ever do this.
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