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"We will never win the Eurovision Song Contest again"
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The Leics accent is a weird and dirty one. I alienated most people on a course last week by mocking the way my adopted city pronounces my name - Annoh.
Dismayed by the result. Husband’s hometown was the most Brexity result in the country. It’s a poor rural area with 1 in 8 Eastern European. I can see why locals are overwhelmed (it’s happened in 10 years) but on the other hand if they wanted to cut caulis for £1.60 an hour the immigrants wouldn’t be there. I was genuinely flattered to be addressed in Polish on my last visit, as the average local my age weighs 18 stone and has four dyslexic/ADHD kids.
Me too – had a weird feeling on waking up on Friday morning with the momentarily delayed realisation that yes, we have voted to leave.
The Remain camp really should have addressed the issue of immigration, rather than avoiding mentioning it. The Guardian’s got a story this morning about how Labour Party organisers were told to avoid the subject entirely.
That said, the unleashing of the xenophobic core of Little England since Thursday has been a sorry sight to see.
I often find it fascinating how people tend to vote against their own self-interest, i thought America had cornered the market on that, the rural white south or those who eat up the bulk of public services are always carrying on about brown people taking their jobs yet these Kings of the Trailer Park have barely worked a day in their life, really what do they care if some brown guy wants to work in the field? They certainly don’t want to do it, but alas as the brilliant Bill Hicks once said, “humanity? we’re not all that great. more like a virus with shoes.”
And out of curiosity, what day is the betting shop actually closed?
It’s fucking crazy here at the moment. Everyone is talking about it and events are galloping along, hour by hour. My own opinion is that the exit will never happen. Big business doesn’t want it, and they hold the real power in the UK.
I worry what would happen to the poor, the least well-educated, the most vulnerable, if the government was free from the constraints set on it by the EU. The press here is quite clever at setting up arguments between different sub-classes of the poor to make them in-fight.
I can’t be too harsh on work-avoiders because I don’t want to work either. Well, only in something interesting, well-paid and where I can make up my own hours. But in the meantime…it could be minimum wage in a betting shop, with Christmas Day my only guaranteed day off.
Oh don’t get me wrong, i’m like a fucking world champ at work avoiding, i usually just have some sort of grift set up or what one may call “opportunities for tax free income"… and you’re quite right, what Big Business wants Big Business gets, if it doesn’t it will bend you over with hot poker sizzling next to the sphincter until it does… i’d love to see what x-mas eve was like at the betting shop, i had some wicked good x-mas eve’s in my wasted youth, when i had nowhere to go and nothing to do, fuckin’ hell, they’ll be lounge fodder one day.
Yes, ideally, I’d like to develop a cash-based “off balance sheet” enterprise too.
And who knows – I might be reporting from the bookie’s this Christmas Eve. Although I hope not – it’s my daughters’ 18th.
I know your feelings about work but I hope you get the betting shop gig. Imagine the characters you’ll come across! Imagine the posts! It’s good for us, your faithful readers.
It’s unsettling to see you so smitten over a woman. It takes some getting used to.
So, do you have a new lodger lined up? Perhaps David Cameron. He’ll need a new place come October. The people who are pro-immigrant generally don’t live in immigrant communities and don’t realize how difficult that can be.
I supposed to find out yesterday. Firms do mess you about.
Even talking to Wendy now is becoming very frsutrating. It won’t go anywhere. I think that’s a shame. There’s a whole new world there to go running through.
It’s been an utter luxury lately, having the house to myself for several hours a day. Maybe if I did get the betting shop job I could afford not to replace Fuckwit. That would be great. And then, fingers crossed, next year, I’ll be living at Kirsty’s.
No, just hectic. Written some of it up today. Back very soon. You’re a love for asking x
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