You don't necessarily even really need any land, give it a go you can learn a lot with just a pot on a balcony or even just something in a window.
Well that's an advantage then. Perhaps go to some places on holiday, see where you like and what you can understand. Bulgarian uses Cyrillic but they also use words from other languages so they say ciao and merci. Things are also very cheap there so perhaps having a larger property can be advantageous even if things get worse there too for whatever reason.
That is meant to read "here he was", the fact I am primarily dyslexic while typing is a little worrying 😄
Depends on your age and what languages you can speak I guess. I guess the easiest language to learn for a native English speaker would be Romanian as its a Romance language. Slavic languages are really difficult for anglophones to learn.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WbhzowNipuk
He was here, those rhinos are unreliable 😁
Yeah that's true, that will invariably happen. Lots of people are already leaving Sweden due to changes there so it clearly doesn't take much. Lots of the people we actually want here will stay and weather the storm. That being said I usually think about moving a few times a year 😂, that's more a fiat affordability land issue more than anything else.
Bad day? Having an existential crisis? Concerned about the lizard people?
Sheriff John Bunnell has you covered.... 🤣
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DTvgKdHnzQA
#keepnostrweird
Oh yeah I understand I have been to quite a few places and never go on a package holiday. Most countries I have been to are really wonderful places to visit and the people have been great.....can't say it for all of them 😂. Bread basket of Rome must have been far better when Rome was running it let's put it that way... There was a car stuck on the railway line, I saw a policeman I tell him about the problem he tells me off for telling him. There were a few nice people but I have zero intention of ever going back there again.
I used to go to a pub called the railway arms that used to fit a good percentage of that description 🙂
Orwell's favourite fictional pub:
"The Moon Under Water"
My favourite public-house, the Moon Under Water, is only two minutes from a bus stop, but it is on a side-street, and drunks and rowdies never seem to find their way there, even on Saturday nights.
Its clientele, though fairly large, consists mostly of ‘regulars’ who occupy the same chair every evening and go there for conversation as much as for the beer.
If you are asked why you favour a particular public-house, it would seem natural to put the beer first, but the thing that most appeals to me about the Moon Under Water is what people call its ‘atmosphere’.
To begin with, its whole architecture and fittings are uncompromisingly Victorian. It has no glass-topped tables or other modern miseries, and, on the other hand, no sham roof-beams, ingle-nooks or plastic panels masquerading as oak. The grained woodwork, the ornamental mirrors behind the bar, the cast-iron fireplaces, the florid ceiling stained dark yellow by tobacco-smoke, the stuffed bull’s head over the mantelpiece — everything has the solid, comfortable ugliness of the nineteenth century.
In winter there is generally a good fire burning in at least two of the bars, and the Victorian lay-out of the place gives one plenty of elbow-room. There are a public bar, a saloon bar, a ladies’ bar, a bottle-and-jug for those who are too bashful to buy their supper beer publicly, and, upstairs, a dining-room.
Games are only played in the public, so that in the other bars you can walk about without constantly ducking to avoid flying darts.
In the Moon Under Water it is always quiet enough to talk. The house possesses neither a radio nor a piano, and even on Christmas Eve and such occasions the singing that happens is of a decorous kind.
The barmaids know most of their customers by name, and take a personal interest in everyone. They are all middle-aged women—two of them have their hair dyed in quite surprising shades—and they call everyone ‘dear,’ irrespective of age or sex. (‘Dear,’ not ‘Ducky’: pubs where the barmaid calls you ‘ducky’ always have a disagreeable raffish atmosphere.)
Unlike most pubs, the Moon Under Water sells tobacco as well as cigarettes, and it also sells aspirins and stamps, and is obliging about letting you use the telephone.
You cannot get dinner at the Moon Under Water, but there is always the snack counter where you can get liver-sausage sandwiches, mussels (a speciality of the house), cheese, pickles and those large biscuits with caraway seeds in them which only seem to exist in public-houses.
Upstairs, six days a week, you can get a good, solid lunch—for example, a cut off the joint, two vegetables and boiled jam roll—for about three shillings.
The special pleasure of this lunch is that you can have draught stout with it. I doubt whether as many as 10 per cent of London pubs serve draught stout, but the Moon Under Water is one of them. It is a soft, creamy sort of stout, and it goes better in a pewter pot.
They are particular about their drinking vessels at the Moon Under Water, and never, for example, make the mistake of serving a pint of beer in a handleless glass. Apart from glass and pewter mugs, they have some of those pleasant strawberry-pink china ones which are now seldom seen in London. China mugs went out about 30 years ago, because most people like their drink to be transparent, but in my opinion beer tastes better out of china.
The great surprise of the Moon Under Water is its garden. You go through a narrow passage leading out of the saloon, and find yourself in a fairly large garden with plane trees, under which there are little green tables with iron chairs round them. Up at one end of the garden there are swings and a chute for the children.
On summer evenings there are family parties, and you sit under the plane trees having beer or draught cider to the tune of delighted squeals from children going down the chute. The prams with the younger children are parked near the gate.
Many as are the virtues of the Moon Under Water, I think that the garden is its best feature, because it allows whole families to go there instead of Mum having to stay at home and mind the baby while Dad goes out alone.
And though, strictly speaking, they are only allowed in the garden, the children tend to seep into the pub and even to fetch drinks for their parents. This, I believe, is against the law, but it is a law that deserves to be broken, for it is the puritanical nonsense of excluding children—and therefore, to some extent, women—from pubs that has turned these places into mere boozing-shops instead of the family gathering-places that they ought to be.
The Moon Under Water is my ideal of what a pub should be—at any rate, in the London area. (The qualities one expects of a country pub are slightly different.)
But now is the time to reveal something which the discerning and disillusioned reader will probably have guessed already. There is no such place as the Moon Under Water.
That is to say, there may well be a pub of that name, but I don’t know of it, nor do I know any pub with just that combination of qualities.
I know pubs where the beer is good but you can’t get meals, others where you can get meals but which are noisy and crowded, and others which are quiet but where the beer is generally sour. As for gardens, offhand I can only think of three London pubs that possess them.
But, to be fair, I do know of a few pubs that almost come up to the Moon Under Water. I have mentioned above ten qualities that the perfect pub should have and I know one pub that has eight of them. Even there, however, there is no draught stout, and no china mugs.
And if anyone knows of a pub that has draught stout, open fires, cheap meals, a garden, motherly barmaids and no radio, I should be glad to hear of it, even though its name were something as prosaic as the Red Lion or the Railway Arms.
I see your point and generally agree with the general trajectory of things, but there have been many time things have seemed inevitable but don't play out.
Things will likely get worse at least for while. However once consciousness notices a pattern of negative behaviour and identifies it as the problem it can correct course.
The important thing is not to make this a immigrant Vs natives debate which the government and media are trying to push, but violent and racist foreign people that are here should not be here and perhaps we need to deport them despite what the ECHR thinks.
After all do all the foreign born or ethic minority population want to live in a violent society,I doubt it somehow. The worst of this has really flared up recently. If they just stopped the boats, legalised cannabis(so there might be some interaction over between people in societies that don't drink and others) and the two tier policing ended that would kill most of the hatred....but yes I know the government won't do any of that they would rather have a race war so they can push authoritarianism because they are insecure and narcissistic.
Always good to tell them who is in charge but it's better to make them irrelevant.
Depends, could get really bad but once people realise its the government stoking the fires of hatred it wont last long for them.
Once people understand what they have in common there will be less violence. Fortunately they locked us all up and continuously lied to us during covid, so turns out we have more in common than you think.
A lot of Muslims didn't take the jab and quite a lot of immigrants are pissed off with the high levels of immigration too. Some had to jump through some serious hurdles and yet the government is rewarding people that turned up on a dinghy.... people are more switched on than they were before and threatening to arrest people from other countries just shows how weak this government is.
Not pro riot just sick of tyrannical government.
Thank to all the people outside the #uk 'being critical' 😉 😉 of Starmer. He really is a out of touch * 😉 😉 👍 😂 .
Now they are going to have to interpret that in court 🤣
"Silence is violence"
Probably going to the gulag for that now thanks Keith. 😆 They don't have a sense of humour and don't respect our rights after all.
I have an air rifle and a longbow I will give it my best 🫡.
Its super frustrating. Hopefully I am wrong, obviously, things can change but it looks likely with the hardly elected Davos Starmer in charge at the moment.
I just find it incredible people are still thinking we have capacity left to take people here. It takes years to build infrastructure and we are frankly awful at it during the best of times. China's pretty good at it though aren't they? I guess that's the solution then.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
You know what is definitely going to help the most densely populated region in the whole of Europe avoid energy rationing and blackouts...more people.
Especially when the new government wants to continue the net zero scam while failing to provide an oversupply or increase any adequate baseload .
They are censoring social media at the moment but jokes on the government soon we wont have it at all 😂
I guess after that we going full on China style authoritarian state with carbon credits (to solve the energy problem they created) and the facial recognition systems they are trying to normalise now.
#uk
#energy