Indeed. Best not draw attention to one's self. That's not the British way.
Incidentally, famille Tackle are holidaying in Cornwall right now. Car parks take only cash. There is no bank this side of Penzance (we are in St Just on the coast). Poor ****ers running about at Porthcurno today desperate to find someone who would give them parking change. I came prepared.
Yesterday I decided I must be able to pay in advance online. Hooray! Bit steep at over £40 for the week but whatever. But hang on, today, on Sunday, I can't buy parking that starts on Sunday. It starts on Monday. FFS. WTFAFF?
Lovely weather and beaches but what a bunch of utter money-grasping pricks (local authority as elected by locals). No wonder half the population are out of work.
We had a meal in a local pub restaurant in Botallack tonight. Gobby local, effing and blinding at the bar, despite kids and sundry in the restaurant. With the nipper in tow, Mrs T was twitching. Rather than have it out with the Ricky Gervaise soundalike, I had a word with the manager. A quiet word was had with bumpkin. Very little changed. I was tempted to have the conversation "tourism important round here? Carry on being a gobshite **** and your economy will end up where it belongs" but decided to give it a swerve. He had been whining about his missus leaving him and losing his house so he's doublearse****ed anyway
Still. What a country. I was in Vancouver last week. Bloody lovely, but what a bunch of self-obsessed personal music-listening self-entitled *****.
Sometimes I can understand the mentality of the nihilistic world-burning lunatic, I really can. Life is simply wasted on some people. Who was it Douglas Adams said life was wasted on? Oh, that's right: the living
