Once again, I find myself in breach of the law.
[*pauses for a deep sigh*]
It has become almost impossible these days to live a normal life without breaching some niggling petty little law or other. We live in a time obsessed by laws.
This latest heinous crime of mine involves this site. Apparently I am in breach of some little law requiring me to ask you lot how you want to deal with my cookies. And no, I’m not asking how you like your biscuits served, or indeed anything to do with sugar levels, sustainability or ingredients. This is a Jamie Oliver Free site.
Cookies are harmless little yokes, or at least they are on this place. They provide me with such scurrilous information as to whether you visited a page or not. Despite what the EU thinks, they don’t give me sufficient details to allow a nuclear missile strike on your humble abode, though they do sometimes get your country right [but not always]. They also tell you whether you have visited before, just in case you might have forgotten.
Obviously the hundreds of lawyers, barristers and other dust-covered law makers in Brussels found themselves at a loose end one day and cast around to find some innocent little corner of life that they hadn’t buried under reams of clauses and paragraphs [not to mention sub-paragraphs] whereupon they discovered the innocent little cookie. They buried it.
In essence, by law I am supposed to ask your permission for my site to write a minuscule bit of code to your browser. Frankly I haven’t bothered for two reasons. The first is that my site’s cookies are harmless. They don’t allow me to target advertising, or indeed nuclear missiles at you. The second is that I hate those ubiquitous little pop-up thingies asking about cookies and I am assuming that you lot are of a similar persuasion.
I suppose I could write a little pop-up thingie to ask you whether you want me to install a little pop-up thingie to ask whether you want cookies or not?
No. I thought not.