Sunday, 20 June 2010

A Day Off

Well, after this weeks thought processes, I thought I would take the day off today and escape for a while.  What a tonic it has been too. I have had a lovely day out in the middle of nowhere in a caravan, saw some family members and took nephews for a walk (and to the park).

The weather helped, lovely and sunny but not unbearably hot. Whilst driving to the location I saw a slice of old England, the way it should have remained - helped along by some stereotypical little backwater villages probably comprising of under 100 houses, England flags everywhere (although yes, it is for the football, but I can pretend), people sailing on canals and chatting to dog walkers who were taking their children for an outing with their stabiliser clad bikes. There was a funfair event going on in one village I drove through and I stopped for a look, all of them were white, all of them having a marvellous time. It was all extremely relaxed and a very homely feel about it.

Really, I did not want today to end.  They had not a care in  the world it seemed, they are all far removed from the things which swirl around my mind and far removed from the scruffy foreign land I have had to come back to. They were ignorant, and as they say, ignorance is bliss.

I had a slice of their pie today, and it tasted good.  It is days like this which makes you realise what can be achieved again, and what England should still be like. The piece of pie is like a drug, and one which could prove to be very addictive - to run away, to pretend it is not happening, to perhaps know it is happening but to be untouched and untainted by it for at least a few decades.

Coming back home via a million pot-holes in the road, chavs on Bmx's, litter strewn around and plastic bags blowing though the air - and of course every third car being taxi and one in three people being Asian - it is surprising how a single day away from it all makes you realise all the more just what a dump this country is becoming.

Ah well, back to it.  Work tomorrow - somebody has to pay the taxes that will be used to destroy us......


  1. Glad you had a nice day! Did you really have to end on that sour note, though? Misery guts.

  2. Yes, we all need to escape to England every now and again to recharge and unwind. BA, you evidently had an enjoyable time, and I do recognise the sinking feeling that you get as you drive back home. How about you UBN? Have you managed to escape to ye olde England lately?