Soon, visiting the Lane will be such a dehumanising
experience that watching Sky (and saving to afford Holo-Sky) is both cheaper and less trouble. After the teams of bag-checkers and scanners and the banks of CCTV cameras, we even get headcams wired direct to a team of lipreaders under the stands (complete with dialect specialists, linguists, moral guidance officers and support staff checking bank details online). Any urges to go to the toilet will be staggered to avoid queues and hotdogs will carry and unsaturated-fat surcharge. The future looks bleak.
No, I said bleak! B-L-E-A-K!! Where are you taking me?!!!