Every move you make

London is famous for the number of surveillance cameras (CCTV), with tens of thousands watching your every move.  It is very apparent that surveillance and security is of highest priority for the Olympic Games, and rightly so.  Who, with any connection to London, can forget the chaos and heartbreak caused by the tube and bus bombings of 2003?

You can debate at length about the infringement on civil liberties of external surveillance cameras that also, possibly unintentionally, record events within private houses, but there is another negative aspect. The average Briton is allegedly filmed by about 300 cameras each day.  Now I have no aspirations to grace the pages of Now Magazine, but I do prefer not to be caught wearing the same outfit in successive photographs when on holiday, in part to avoid comments like 'Hmmm, that dress has seen much happiness.' How can I follow this principle in Britain?

While on the subject of surveillance is anyone else out there spooked by the song 'Every breath you take'?  Does this reflect the band's name?  If I was Mrs Sting, I wouldn't be too pleased.  And don't get me started on the angst generated by the line 'Is there anybody out there?'

Anyhow, while London is in benevolent view of CCTV, our house is Sydney is also being watched over, but by less-high-tech means.

Well, I am off to the port now to do some laundry again since the washing machine has not miraculously fixed itself. Still very chilly here in the south-west of Sweden with just the occasional sunny moment.