During the recent
launch of the ICO’s Annual Report, conversation among some of the invited
guests turned to the future of the General Data Protection Regulation. Would it
(or anything like it) be passed before the next set of elections to the European
Parliament took place?
I wondered
whether I should craft a lament in the event of its demise.
So this little
ditty has been penned in honour of all those dedicated folk in Petty France (and
elsewhere) who have worked so hard to ensure that we have arrived at the stage that
we currently are at.
And it is to
wish them all the best as they labour on, ensuring that everyone arrives safely
at the next stage of what is a long and complex journey.
Hey ho,
summer in the city
Johnny B is sitting pretty
But isn't it a pity
That the sunshine is followed by thunder
Thoughts turn to the Regulation going under
And is it any wonder
When so many people simply can’t agree
Tom seems to spend his whole life running
With people who would be
The death of you and me
And he can feel those DAPIX storm clouds
Sucking up his soul
Hey ho, life is getting faster
No one has the answer
We try to face each day now in a new way
'Cause everything’s a puzzle
Let's talk it out together, you and me
For at least a year we'd be free
Free to spend our working lives running
From people who would be
The death of you and me
'Cause we can feel those DAPIX storm clouds
Sucking up our souls
Johnny B is sitting pretty
But isn't it a pity
That the sunshine is followed by thunder
Thoughts turn to the Regulation going under
And is it any wonder
When so many people simply can’t agree
Tom seems to spend his whole life running
With people who would be
The death of you and me
And he can feel those DAPIX storm clouds
Sucking up his soul
Hey ho, life is getting faster
No one has the answer
We try to face each day now in a new way
'Cause everything’s a puzzle
Let's talk it out together, you and me
For at least a year we'd be free
Free to spend our working lives running
From people who would be
The death of you and me
'Cause we can feel those DAPIX storm clouds
Sucking up our souls
Needn’t flee
the EC
Finally to be free
Free to spend our whole lives not hiding
From people who would be
The death of you and me
No need to feel those DAPIX storm clouds
Sucking up our souls
I'm watching Mandy on my laptop
Won’t she ever stop
I see another Regulation dawning
It's rising over me, with its brutality
Already I can feel those DAPIX storm clouds
Sucking up my soul
Finally to be free
Free to spend our whole lives not hiding
From people who would be
The death of you and me
No need to feel those DAPIX storm clouds
Sucking up our souls
I'm watching Mandy on my laptop
Won’t she ever stop
I see another Regulation dawning
It's rising over me, with its brutality
Already I can feel those DAPIX storm clouds
Sucking up my soul
Source:
With thanks
to Noel Gallagher, who penned the lyrics to “The death of you and me.” Any reference
to living individuals currently associated with the DAPIX process is, just in
case I meet any of them tomorrow, naturally entirely reverential.
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