The sun not only has set on the British Empire, but now it's set on what's left of British civilization as well.
Never mind the lads and ladettes, skirmishing with the bobbies in the street . . . or on the street, prostrate in their own vomit.
Never mind last year's mindless riots all across England.
Never mind Hackgate . . . or Rupertgate, if you will.
Never mind austerity, either.

No, you know a great nation is finished well and good when it pulls the plug on Bruce Springsteen and Paul McCartney. Together.
In concert.
For the first time ever.
Why? All because a bunch of Westminster Council noise nazis dared not to, in the name of history, turn back the hands of time in the face of a 10:30 p.m. Hyde Park "noise curfew." How twee . . . in a vaguely fascist kind of way.
When Britain's contributions to music begin to equal its achievements in dentistry, it's just time for 'em to hang it up and let the French run the joint. Again.
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