I was born in May, 1968, so I always feel a sentimental kind of affection for the deluded idealists who battled the goons of bourgeois autocracy in the streets of Paris during those heady days. It gives me a warm glow to know that the spirit of playful obnoxiousness hasn't entirely deserted subsequent generations of French youth, as students and riot police do battle once again in the Sorbonne (English-language here).Meanwhile, in Thailand, students are joining the metaphorical barricades against perceived corruption.
But can anyone conceive of modern British students rousing themselves to bring down the teetering edifices of capitalism? Not when there are Little Britain re-runs to be watched.
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