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They came from a Millbank focus group
Carole Hayman's Hard Choices is a dystopian satire of life under New Labour in the year 0010. The book has been compared to 1984 and Brave New World. Here, Hayman provides a dictionary style introduction to the nightmare that is Blair-world.
Usually prefixed with “fayre”, the country that used to be known as England.
Banned for the elite, who are never seen drinking in public. The lower orders are allowed MinCare Absinthe (licensed by the Ministry of Care), which keeps them nicely sedated.
The normal way to get roads and “home zones” (see below) built.
Completely banned; politically incorrect. Those caught puffing are “put out” by ducking stool.
These exist in every town. They check up on families and award certificates of praise for “firm family values”. It’s essential to have a few certificates if you want to avoid relegation to a Home Zone. Children are encouraged to snitch on their parents for anti-patriotic behaviour. For example: posters of the PM are de rigueur in every household, and everyone has to dip the head as they pass one; if a parent refuses to do so, a child can report them to the Neighbourhood Committee and have them put on a Bad Parenting (BP) file. The punishments for BP range from a public ticking off to being put in the town stocks and pelted with rotten tomatoes.
A term applied to work. It’s unpaid and theoretically voluntary, but actually compulsory if you want to stay in the “non-curfewed” class.
Imposed nationally; only the elite and those with special accreditation are allowed out after 10pm.
A drug; most people are taking it – knowingly or unknowingly.
The seat of government since the Palace of Westminster was turned into a museum. Drome is a moveable PVC balloon (full of hot air, some might say – but not publicly). Drome moves about the country from region to region – Sussex, Wessex, Mercia and so on.
As in “eat your nuts!”; an exercise slogan.
Run by “happiness wardens” (see below); often instigated for passengers when a train breaks down.
There isn”t a lot of this (see “Rationing”). Meat is banned (protein inflames the passions) for all but the elite carnivores. For the rest there are “greens” and other veggies. A favourite is “Hay Soup”. There’s no real coffee (speeds people up), only ersatz decaffeinated “nut-noggin”.
Hunting real foxes is banned, but as no government dares offend the toffs human “foxes” are pursued instead (see “Relocation centres”). Troublemakers are put into fox-skins and forced to run for their lives.
The prime minister.
The minister for women; the heroine.
As in “greens are good!”; another exercise slogan.
Do they exist? The government blames “terrorist” attacks for the lateness of the trains. It’s true that they do have the odd derailment.
They may pop into your home at any time of the day or night to check that you are living your life according to the proper principles of fulfilment. They dispense tick-box “Units of Satisfaction” forms for people to fill in. People must indicate which activities they pursue; the options are knitting and sewing, cooking and cleaning, jamming and pickling, etc, etc. The forms have to be printed in bold simple letters, as most happiness wardens can”t read very well – which, of course, keeps them happier.
Redundancies are rife, and families with no working members lose “Citizens” Privileges” and are relegated to curfew status. From there it’s a swift, slippery slope to a Home Zone. The non-working class – along with truants, troublemakers and hooligans – are sent to live in Stalinist-style blocks cut off from the rest of society. The ghettos are on the outskirts of towns and cities and have their own – extremely basic – infrastructure. No one is allowed out of them except with permission for travel or for special occasions. If, for example, the big stores” profits are down the Ministry of Mode (see below) creates ‘spend Days” when Home-Zone dwellers are taken on the Oxford St travelator, and given vouchers for things they can”t get in their own barely-stocked supermarkets.
It’s frowned on.
The proprietor of The Daily Millennium and The Sunday Prophet and the owner of StoneTV.
The Drug and Morality Tsar and the owner of “Ossophate” (see below).
Lady lord chancellor:
A replacement for the defunct post of lord chancellor. Grace Fry has been instrumental in the appointment of the incorrigible Eliza Barker to this position.
Considered of paramount importance – the unattached female being highly destabilising. There is virtual enforcement of marriage for the elite. Once married, women are required to wear a wig as in Jewish tradition.
Ministry of Mode:
A large government department created to promote “brands” or, in other words, the importance of style over substance.
National security wardens:
A fearsome group – the bogeymen of the zeitgeist. They police the streets with standard-issue buzzing electric batons, enforcing curfews and morality laws and arresting strays and vagrants.
Illegal, but one or two still exist; they are run by various mafias.
The government’s favourite drug company. It makes, among other things, a fertiliser that grows monster vegetables. No one knows (or dares to ask) what goes into the fertiliser.
Government-run and massive, with booths in every town, village and hamlet. The proceeds are used to pay for the equally massive peoples” surveillance.
Ssh! Absolutely not allowed, except for the royal sort.
For food; brought in after the “Great Panic”. Families live on vegetables and grow their own – with the help of Ossophate fertiliser.
Created to take care of people who are refugees and asylum seekers, as well as gypsies, criminals and the homeless. Though they have five-star facilities, they are, in reality, forced labour camps. Those who abscond or offend are used as human targets in “fox” hunts, or put to work in chain gangs.
Room of perpetual night:
A room full of TV screens in the Drome, which is running a Big Brother-type surveillance operation. Surveillance generally is massive (see “Peoples” Lottery”); there are CCTV cameras on every lamppost.
The red and white national flag and uber-symbol. The PM delivers his conference speech togged out in full medieval armour.
Whatever you do, don”t touch them!
Not much. No cars anymore, except for the elite. Others have to use trams, bikes or rickshaws. Trains still don”t run on time (see “Guerrillas”). Only a few individuals are licensed to travel on them, anyway.
For most people, there isn”t any (See “Transport”).
Completely outlawed (this goes back to the troubles with the “Fire Quenchers”).
A subterranean space full of black-arts material to be used for blackmail and spinning; one belongs to The Daily Millennium, but be warned – there are others.
Like most other countries in the West, Fayre Albion is locked into an endless war against mysterious, unseen forces. It’s been going on for so long that no one remembers the causes.
Modelled on a Japanese toy, these devices have the added use of giving a short sharp shock to the wearer if he or she is late for an appointment. They are compulsory for all “People’s Representatives”. Ministers wear especially strong ones – ouch!
Not any more; now re-branded ‘santamime”, with PM Gideon Price in a sleigh, dispensing big smiles and small presents.
Another drug; this one is illegal and used for recreational purposes.
Viva Siva, 1923-2018 A. Sivanandan, who died this week, was a hugely important figure in the politics of race and class. As part of our tributes, Red Pepper is republishing this 2009 profile of him by Arun Kundnani