Steel enlightenment

In an effort to move Rusholme away from its fry-pit wasteland image, some blob of government has hired a construction crew to dig up the pavements and presumably put something better there. Today I walked past a guy doing double-handed joystick-operation of a big earth-mover, and I realised Marshall McLuhan was incomplete: in some ways, the extension of man is media, but in other, more realistic ways, it's those massive hydraulic claw things.