Ragging on

I would have liked to show you a photo of the childen of the village school learning to rag a rug. Pictures were taken. But I cannot publish them here, for the children’s safety (or, rather, mine – the headmistress is quite scarey). Blanking out their faces would not apparently be sufficient to guarantee anonymity.

I do, anyway, dislike TV footage with all the children’s faces blurred into fingerprints or pixilated into Mondrians. It makes them look like little criminals, denying the very innocence of childhood.

But I do see the problem. I too would hate the idea of the sexual deviants who follow this blog becoming erotically enflamed at the sight of Years Five and Six with a progging hook. On top of that, I would be drawing attention to the fact that the village school does in fact contain many children, of both sexes. Local paedophile gangs, having wasted years hanging hopefully around the Masonic Lodge and the WI Hall, would soon realise their strategic error and turn up in droves,

So all you get to see is the rug. And if you’re a hessian-fetishist – you’re welcome to it. I can do no more