This does:

Last week, a young NHS psychiatrist, who blogs under the pseudonym
Shiny Happy Person, described how she ‘was just taking five minutes
out, enjoying the sunshine in the surprisingly pleasant grounds of my
new hospital, when the flowerbed spoke to me’.

She went on to
reassure her readers: ‘No, I’m not neuroleptic-deficient. Other people
heard it too. One moment, all was quiet and the next a disembodied
voice was bellowing from somewhere in the vicinity of the begonias.
Strictly speaking, it wasn’t actually addressing me and I know this
because it said, "This is a no-smoking area. Please put your cigarette
out. A member of staff has been informed." I gave up smoking six weeks
ago. But, really, how Orwellian is that?

‘The smokers looked understandably alarmed, glanced furtively around
and then scarpered. I can’t help questioning the wisdom of installing a
talking flowerbed to tell people off in the grounds of a psychiatric
hospital, of all places.’

Ah, yes, this was it.

Read the rest of the piece for it’s a) very good and b) increasing evidence that that nice Mr. Cohen (who made contact here and certainly tried to get to Shiny Happy Person) is getting how the political argument has changed. It’s no longer left and right, it’s statists and authoritarians against us liberals: prescriptions upon behaviour against freedom.

But a definite step forward for this bog I think. Not only does it provide the occasional piece for The Times, the odd (very odd…hoho) book review for The Telegraph, it now sets the agenda for The Observer. Who knows, Nirvana might be in sight: persuading Alan to fire Polly.