In the future The Politically Correct Thought Police and their cohorts in New Labour and The Lib Dems, The Health and Safety Executive and the dark forces of The Nanny State will conspire to suck all the joy out of life and turn us into fretful, fearful beings who sit in half darkness as the faint glow from our low energy CFLs condems us dwell in a world of shadows watching, ever fearful, like little furry woodland creatures that do not know what evil predators lurk waiting to pounce should we ever relax our vigilance and expose ourselves to risk.

We will eat bland, tasteless food because salt and fat are bad for us, listen to quiet music because loud sounds can impair our hearning. We will not drink booze or ever smoke tobacco or herbal mixture lest we find ourselves having a good time, nor shall we sing jolly songs, eat a banana at a football match, approach children to tell them to stop playing at The Spanish Inquisition using their smallest, most sensitive playmate as the heretic because the little darlings might be traumatised at not being allowed to do just what they want, break the speed limit by one m.p.h. or miss a dental appointment.

We will all be such sad, conformist people in the future.

But there is one image of the future that plunges me into deep despair, that convinces me there is no hope for humanity. It is the thought of some politically correct little nerd driving along in his G-Wiz with Bat Out Of Hell playing quietly on the in car audio.

Enough to break your heart isn't it.