Home again after a very agreeable couple of weeks spent in the land of my forefathers eating pasta, drinking homebrew and photographing daisies
and trees
and old houses
As well enjoying all this for its own sake, it is also a useful, if somewhat extreme, reminder that there are plenty of places out there where people simply don't care about the the kind of issues that concern someone like me living in a place like London. And why should they care? (rhetorical question)
I envy them
Well, sort of...
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Wednesday, April 18, 2007
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Nobody gives a toss where I live, either. Rural backwaters everywhere are the same, I reckon. Lovely.
Except when people call women a lady, or worse still, girls, and 'coloured people' is the right epithet for anybody non white all day and there are turf wars between minor villages and the men cry on the metro system when their football team looses, but never, ever at any other.
War on trrrr? What's that?
Good to see you home and posting again. :)
Welcome home Stef.
We must go for another meander with Syl - possibly pick up some beigel/bagels...
Great photos Stef, it looks so idyllic. I've been contemplating a little "down shifting" myself lately.
I live in the pulsating political and financial capital of jockistan, and practically no-one gives a fuck about these things here either.
@apprentice
lol - it's exactly the same where I've just been and I really mean exactly
@anon
Any time...
@wolfie
Now would seem to be rather a good time to toy with a down-shifting plan - I certainly am
@paul
All in good time - the next couple of years look set to be interesting ones in all sorts of ways. Even better if you've f^cked off to some backwater of a country that isn't waging a war on terror and hasn't mortgaged itself to the eyebrows
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