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I’m off to Swansea a little later today and so the Weblog will be quiet until I find myself back into Manston after delivering a speech on the future of the Welsh information economy. If you didn’t know it had one, then it does and it hasn’t been doing too badly in contrast with the rest of the UK either.

Mind you, I have to be in by 5:30 pm at the latest, as Wales closes early on a Sunday afternoon and I suppose that Swansea, like Pembury airfield further on, is left to the attention of wandering ruminants.

Manston have agreed to stay open until I stumble upon it in the dark tomorrow evening. As long as I keep flying East, from Cardiff and Bristol, I should come across it, either that or Ostende, where the beer is cheap.

Back in Kent, I was outraged to read today that while the Inland Revenue are prepared to descend like a ton of bricks, upon families that have been mistakenly overpaid tax credits or child allowances, they’ve decided that refugee and asylum-seeking families will escape their attention, because it’s not worth the effort tracking them down to recover the money. I would have thought that what was fair for citizens of this country would be equally fair for “wannabe” citizens but apparently not. It seems even more outrageous, when you have examples of groups and individuals, who deliberately play the system with false identities and traffic and sell children between so-called extended families to defraud the state of tens of thousands, which seems to be a regular event these days.

I had always believed that the law should be applied equally in a liberal democratic society such as our own but the evidence suggests that this is increasingly less likely and it’s a mixture of political expedience and political correctness which defines the law in Britain today.

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