The apocalypse has already started. The fifth horseman sold his steed to some east European chaps who make lasagne and is not happily creating havoc from an office near you. Sweeping across the lives of anyone vaguely in a hurry or attempting to gain enjoyment, Bureaucracy smothers all. “I just need you to…”, “I just need to see…” It is the forced politeness embossed as a thin veneer over a deep passive aggressive core that infuriates. There are formalities to our live that we must adhere to, but dash it all can we not try to manage this in a better way. Must we be left fuming curses and spluttering contempt because the fifth horseman is playing his games? Oh to be in a world where we can shun this one!