Tracking your movements: the world’s their Oyster

Here’s a thing. I knew Oyster cards kept records of their user’s movements around the Tube and bus networks; what I didn’t realise is how easy it is to get at that info. All you’ve got to do is find out what the card’s serial number is and borrow the user’s PC; doesn’t everyone tick ‘Remember me’ these days?

I use the Tube network a lot, and the detail of just knowing which stations I’ve been through, and when, would tell someone pretty much everything they needed to know about my day – so I’ve decided to switch to an anonymous card, although they requre some sleight of hand to get hold of.

Getting some black looks

Witnessed an altercation on the Bakerloo Line this morning. An angry black guy – not sure what had annoyed him – was screaming at station staff about “This fucking white bitch” and “Some fucking white English person.” Yet the staff didn’t appear to have called the police. Perhaps the rules of Blair’s police state mandate an exemption for blacks: after all, the book of political correctness makes clear that only white people are racist.

Wonder what’d happen if I (as an equal-opportunities-favouring white person working predominantly for an extremely diverse client) started yelling about “Some black bastard”? My feet wouldn’t touch the ground until they reached court.

At least I managed to deliver my usual retort to odious people as I passed: “What a nasty little man you are.”