I’ll Tell You What Drives Me Totally Nuts
October 22, 2011 –
**RANT ALERT**
You know when people move to a country/city and don’t stop wingeing about it? Its akin to a dog sat on a nail, howling and cant be bothered to get his sorry ass up and move off it.
It especially drives me mad if they happen to have settled in a lovely, tolerant country called England and even more so if its my lovely London.
Can you you imagine emigrating to, oh I don’t know, let’s say Spain and moaning all the time at how better it is back in England, how it’s better this way and that. What a drag. You wouldn’t would you? , you’d just move back; or the US, ‘Oh yes but England is sooo much better’, can you imagine? How incredibly rude.
I don’t think that happens with the English, because 1. we are too bloody polite and 2. well it would be just stupid and someone somewhere would say the obvious, right?
So why do we put up with people slagging our lovely country off?
I’m talking about people who have chosen to move here, no one made them. They have made good livings here I am assuming or else they would have fooked off back to where they come from and here dear reader is my point.
I have lived in several villages in my time, one of them in deepest Devon. One of my neighbours was a lovely guy from Wales. He chose to get his degree in an English university, married an English girl and chose to bring his kids up in a beautiful village in England. Free choices folks. He had a good job, made good money in an English based institution. One may assume that he hasn’t fared too bad in England.
This guy, nice as he was, stood in the quaint village pub one night and started his tirade about England, the English and finally the English language. Hello!, he was in England, did he forget?
I had only moved in a few weeks before but I stood there incredulous as people looked down at their feet, shuffled a bit and cleared their throats. I looked around open mouthed.
Now I am willing to bet £5000 or more that if I moved to Wales and started slagging the Welsh off, I would get more than a talking to, what do you think?
You know whats coming dont you? I could not bear it.
I told him in no uncertain terms that if he did not like living here in England, if he found it so totally unbearable, and indeed if he didnt like us English then he should without further ado pack himself into his little car and bugger off back where he came from, up the motorway and turn left, and don’t bother looking back, I think I said.
Right, that’s it then, I thought, no-one will speak to me in the village again. But do you know what?, I didn’t care.
Still don’t. Some things just need to be said.
They are here all the time though, these moaners, ‘Oh you wouldnt get this at here there or everywhere, wherever I come from’.
Solution: here’s a radical idea, be off with you, sod off back to where you come from if its so much better, no one makes you stay here, stop moaning, be happy and good riddance.
Bloody cheek.
**RANT OVER**
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