That makes more sense, then, though I would have thought 400 years of custom had more force than a plastic sign. The signs do epitomise something about UK public life, though, a certain kind of jobsworthiness that doesn't trust people to respect mores and always has to be spelling stuff out. When I lived there briefly a couple of years ago I sometimes felt like I was in a giant playpen. Rail travel especially made me feel that way.
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That makes more sense, then, though I would have thought 400 years of custom had more force than a plastic sign. The signs do epitomise something about UK public life, though, a certain kind of jobsworthiness that doesn't trust people to respect mores and always has to be spelling stuff out. When I lived there briefly a couple of years ago I sometimes felt like I was in a giant playpen. Rail travel especially made me feel that way.