Why you WON'T be emigrating over high house prices..

Mr_Mumble

bernard_shaw wrote: »

I see that Clarkson's rant is being picked up and propagated by far-right commentators.

All the way from neocon Palin-puffing beltway types The Atlantic

Andrew Sullivan, a peer journo of Clarkson's in the Sunday Times, hates Palin, is perhaps the most well known gay writer in America and supported Obama in 2008 and Kerry in 2004.

With this kind of "far-right" I'd love to know where you think the centre-ground, or heaven forbid, left-wing is.

you will know Clarkson and the OP by the company they keep.

Hitler liked dogs ergo all dog lovers support Hitler. :rolleyes:

chopperharris

Mr_Mumble wrote: »

Andrew Sullivan, a peer journo of Clarkson's in the Sunday Times, hates Palin, is perhaps the most well known gay writer in America and supported Obama in 2008 and Kerry in 2004.

With this kind of "far-right" I'd love to know where you think the centre-ground, or heaven forbid, left-wing is.


Hitler liked dogs ergo all dog lovers support Hitler. :rolleyes:

track down some video of his beloved pet , dog was well broken , looked like it was scared of its own !!!!!!.

lostinrates

Actually I have lived in some of the places mentioned and would again.

People have always emmigrated, I think people always will.

Really2

chopperharris wrote: »

looked like it was scared of its own !!!!!!.

Most dogs do, they physical shake while having one.:)

JP45

Mr_Mumble wrote: »

Andrew Sullivan, a peer journo of Clarkson's in the Sunday Times

Here's a witty contribution on the subject from another peer journo of Clarkson's at the Sunday Times, AA Gill:

Tonight Keith Floyd sleeps with the fishes. I can’t in all honesty say that I’ll miss him. I was once sent to interview Keith in the south of Spain, where he’d retired: one of his many retirements, all hurt and self-pityish, to escape from the ravages of unions, socialists, philistines, do-gooders, traffic wardens, political correctness, immigrants, critics and sober bores who had apparently taken over Great Britain, the country he loved except for everything it did and everyone in it. I found him in one of those sorry expat Costa del Sol pubs at 10.30am, necking pints, leaning on a bar with half a dozen hacking, pasty-faced, nicotine-fingered taxi drivers and nightclub bouncers, flicking through The Sun while complaining about the football and the price of Marmite.

Can't say I always agree with Gill but some of stuff he comes up with is pure genius. The line - the country he loved except for everything it did and everyone in it - just priceless.

LydiaJ

I won't be emigrating because my family, my friends, my jobs, and my roots are here. I don't need to think everywhere else is a terrible place to live, or to think that here is perfect, in order to choose to stay.

Generali

JP45 wrote: »

Here's a witty contribution on the subject from another peer journo of Clarkson's at the Sunday Times, AA Gill:

Tonight Keith Floyd sleeps with the fishes. I can’t in all honesty say that I’ll miss him. I was once sent to interview Keith in the south of Spain, where he’d retired: one of his many retirements, all hurt and self-pityish, to escape from the ravages of unions, socialists, philistines, do-gooders, traffic wardens, political correctness, immigrants, critics and sober bores who had apparently taken over Great Britain, the country he loved except for everything it did and everyone in it. I found him in one of those sorry expat Costa del Sol pubs at 10.30am, necking pints, leaning on a bar with half a dozen hacking, pasty-faced, nicotine-fingered taxi drivers and nightclub bouncers, flicking through The Sun while complaining about the football and the price of Marmite.

Can't say I always agree with Gill but some of stuff he comes up with is pure genius. The line - the country he loved except for everything it did and everyone in it - just priceless.

AA Gill is a brilliant writer. I still read his restaurant reviews every week despite being unlikely ever to visit the restaurants concerned.

This is a brilliant piece of logic:

.....the real idiot was the first man to eat a well-done steak. We are so familiar and comfortable with cooked food, we can barely comprehend how strange it must have tasted. Nobody has the faintest idea when the first steak was grilled; actually, a lot of people have faint ideas, and they range from 10,000 to 2.5m years ago. But imagine, all you’ve ever eaten is raw meat. Burnt meat must have been truly disgusting. Everything about it is alien. The temperature, the texture and the taste. Our palates are a combination of acquired instinct (poisons taste bitter, mother’s milk is sweet) and learnt cultural and aesthetic prejudice (the Chinese don’t drink milk, Jews won’t eat pork, everyone in peep-toe heels likes champagne).

So, burnt meat won’t have been a eureka moment, but the benefits of cooked meat aren’t about aesthetics. Nicety follows necessity. If you roast your meat, it’s easier and faster to eat. You can consume more, and this is all-important for little naked men who are competing with a host of predators and scavengers that come with integral butchery sets. Cooked meat allowed us to absorb the protein we needed to make big brains and come up with other good ideas after flame-grilled sirloin. So, after 2.5m or 10,000 years, some evolved bod thought it would be a bright idea to be a vegetarian. And then, a few years later, Paul McCartney suggested that we should all be vegetarian on Mondays, because there are too many cows, pigs, chickens and sheep, all farting into the greenhouse. You’d think that if there were too many cud-munchers, perhaps we ought to eat more of them, have carnivore blowout weekends, for the sake of global warming, but perhaps this isn’t thinking the problem through in a Swiftian way. There are too many farty cows because there are too many farty people wanting to be fed. The answer surely is not to eat the cows, but rather eat the people.



Now, before you reach for the green ink, I know there is a problem with eating people. Eating people is wrong. It’s wrong because people are carnivores, and we don’t eat carnivores. The rule is, not more than two steps from the sun: plants eat sunlight, sheep eat plants, we eat sheep. We don’t eat wolves, lions, eagles, or dogs and cats unless we have to. But — and here I can tell you’re ahead of me — we could eat vegetarians. As part of a balanced approach to environmental apocalypse, we could have vegetarian Mondays. It would be an easy way to cull some of the most annoyingly sanctimonious and whingeingly pitiful people in the world, while doing good at the same time. Two vegans with one stone. And I expect they taste rather good, being compulsively vain hypochondriacs. Vegetarian Mondays is a damn good idea. Thank you, Sir Paul. Or the Big Macca, as we’ll have to call you.