Note: This is not the BNP calling...
1. Is Britain too crowded?
2. Is it a regional thing?
3. What can be done?
I'll start.
1. Britain is too bloody crowded - in certain areas.
2. Yes. It is regional. Kent and other parts of the South-East are so rammed with people that you can't buy petrol or shop for Port Salut quickly at times. You get stuck looking at those fucking Argos numbers on a Saturday forever, for example. And so many pensioners get in the way all the time and you have to be polite because you're British. You would never have that habit if your genes were Parisian.
3. I don't know what to do if my roots are here. I could move to France or New Mexico, speak both lingos and drive for hours sometimes without seeing another car in the deep country. Trouble is if I crashed the car there would be no NHS to pay for my stitches and replacement blood.
It pisses me off sometimes, but I do know that I am one of the people crowding the place and not just everyone else. I suppose I could turn to religion and find inner happiness, but to be quite honest I have been thinking about the phrase AN ENGLISHMAN'S HOME IS HIS CASTLE a lot, and I've decided mine is great because it comes with a smoke shack where I can slow down over cigars in quiet solitude to my heart's content.
In conclusion, if I can't find a solution, I can always light up and - for an hour or so - drift away.
1. Is Britain too crowded?
2. Is it a regional thing?
3. What can be done?
I'll start.
1. Britain is too bloody crowded - in certain areas.
2. Yes. It is regional. Kent and other parts of the South-East are so rammed with people that you can't buy petrol or shop for Port Salut quickly at times. You get stuck looking at those fucking Argos numbers on a Saturday forever, for example. And so many pensioners get in the way all the time and you have to be polite because you're British. You would never have that habit if your genes were Parisian.
3. I don't know what to do if my roots are here. I could move to France or New Mexico, speak both lingos and drive for hours sometimes without seeing another car in the deep country. Trouble is if I crashed the car there would be no NHS to pay for my stitches and replacement blood.
It pisses me off sometimes, but I do know that I am one of the people crowding the place and not just everyone else. I suppose I could turn to religion and find inner happiness, but to be quite honest I have been thinking about the phrase AN ENGLISHMAN'S HOME IS HIS CASTLE a lot, and I've decided mine is great because it comes with a smoke shack where I can slow down over cigars in quiet solitude to my heart's content.
In conclusion, if I can't find a solution, I can always light up and - for an hour or so - drift away.
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