Forgetting Your Identity (well, the card that *gives* you your identity, anyway)

A great example of a minister performing at the very height of their powers*:

Identity minister Meg Hillier arrived at a photocall to promote identity cards, but then realised she left her own at home.

First of all, it just goes to show what an dystopian nightmare this country has become that we have an Identity Minister. It would make George Orwell shudder, and I am incredulous that is a supposedly free society we have something that sounds so authoritarian.

But the actions of this Minister show that, despite all the rhetoric of how ID cards will fight terror and make us all safer, deep down the government doesn't really see a need for ID cards to be carried all the time. Which does rather beg the question what the hell they are for. If the Identity Minister cannot remember to take her ID card to a photo shoot designed to promote ID cards, then you'll have to forgive me if I question just what the point of these cards is actually meant to be.

*Take a moment to think of the Malcolm Tucker style bollocking this chinless wonder would have got for this fuck-up. Go on, take a moment to imagine it. It certainly warmed my heart on this cold winter's morning.