Janet (j4) wrote,
Janet
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15 minutes of flame

aldabra pointed out the news (via the No2ID blog) that from next year a new government database will store the address, school and medical details of all children... except the children of politicians and celebrities.

Don't you see? This is fantastic news. It means that all you have to do to prevent your kids being listed on the database is get a friend to make a short video of you getting drunk and shouting a bit, and put the footage on YouTube. Bingo! Instant celebrity status. Though if you want to make double-sure it counts, you'd probably best get started on that autobiography now (NB my ghostwriting rates are fairly reasonable).

I suppose for No2ID campaigners to appear on Big Brother just to protect their children's personal data might be an irony too far, though.
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