After 14 years overseas, I returned three years ago.
The sheep in mid-Wales are as loving as they were 30 years ago. It's all about where you choose to be.
Though I plan to only be here another seven years.
After 14 years overseas, I returned three years ago.
The sheep in mid-Wales are as loving as they were 30 years ago. It's all about where you choose to be.
Though I plan to only be here another seven years.
Seriously. You total lot of absolute cunts are a walking Reform advert. Fuck the fuck off. All of you.
Or I should politely suggest you stay wherever you are and wank yourselves stupid about how good it is there.
I do find it slightly ironic that those with all the flags and the love your country rhetoric, are the ones moaning about what a shithole we are, are fucking off at the first opportunity, or setting fire to their own house.
When it's the likes of me, arguing about what is being done to us, and by who, who are resolving to dig in, and actually, err, fight for this country that I am actually proud of. Which is not to say there are not things that need fixing. Hence the digging in metaphorically bit, rather than trying to dig holes and sink the whole fucking thing.
... As the congenitally thick are being invited to do, as a smokescreen to leverage buyout and the exercising of ultimate control.
I have no pride for the UK and kinda never did because that’s not my bag. It’s a remarkable country with an incredible history, great traditions, and millions of people who are generally somewhere between fine and awesome. It is, and has always been, interesting and complicated. It is also somewhat broken and lost.. it can’t seem to unravel the history from the present and future.. and that fault line runs very deep and has much more to do with the things that are wrong than the R**s.
The fundamental difference between Australia and the UK is that people down here know how lucky they are. Our respective standards of living are really not that different… but how we feel about them differs a great deal.
I’ve been gone ten years and similarly never considered that I might go back. But that’s not because I think the UK is a shithole or Australia is a land of wonderfulness… it’s probably because I can’t be arsed with all that again. Although parrots in the garden and kangaroos on the driveway don’t hurt the case for staying put.
The only things I really miss are the timezone and quorn sausage rolls.
Totally get that. I would just say the pride doesn't have to be in the things that fascists have claimed pride to be all about. It can be about other things, things like community support, building an awesome sporting structure, performing arts, the development of anti establishment satire, the integration of diverse peoples and cultures, an inbuilt cynicism to marketing and self promotion, the quiet but firm rejection of religious authoritarian control. The bottom up stuff, rather than the top down stuff. The stuff they are trying to smash, but that I still believe will assert itself, because for all their faults I ultimately believe in the short sighted idiots currently being led astray.
There's a middle ground between not deifying flags, nor wanting kangaroos on your lawn.
Well call me a reformist cunt but I quite like Rushcliffe and through little fault of my own all my family live there. All this entitled live where you want cobblers, regularly travelling across the globe, is killing the planet.
Across the river is a bit dicey, Derbyshire, Leicestershire, Lincolnshire and definitely Yorkshire all best avoided. London obvs, worst of the lot. Rushcliffe = decent.
Well call me a reformist cunt
Reformist cunt
My season ticket gifts arrived today. A decentish key ring and a boxed set of postcards featuring iconic matches. The top one was 1 April 1990, Forest 1 Luton 0 in the league cup final and some copy about Jemmo scoring the winner. All very nice, except we beat Oldham 1-0 that year, and it was on the 29 April.
To be fair, the season ticket gift box (minus the season ticket as we'll be using last years) did help me answer the question "Why am I getting all of these Yodel updates when I've not ordered anything?".
Ah that's the Yodel thing. I thought it was the lights I'd ordered off of Ebay.
My season ticket gifts arrived today. A decentish key ring and a boxed set of postcards featuring iconic matches. The top one was 1 April 1990, Forest 1 Luton 0 in the league cup final and some copy about Jemmo scoring the winner. All very nice, except we beat Oldham 1-0 that year, and it was on the 29 April.
Crikey. Nobody died but that's quite an oversight.
Although parrots in the garden and kangaroos on the driveway don’t hurt the case for staying put.
We have Parakeets and Foxes here in SW London. Not so different despite the miles.
People who get upset about you booking meetings on Friday afternoon. Bitch the company is paying you to work 5 days a week, me booking a meeting with you at 2:30 is not some kind of horrendous imposition. I don't even care if you take the meeting sitting poolside with a beer in your hand, but you had better be there.
I finish at 1 tomorrow, could we re-schedule?
I changed job a few months back, moved form managing teams at a large software company to a small consultancy who are building a tech platform, so far I've really enjoyed it as have been an IC not a manager, back to getting stuck in to the tech, writing code, fixing stuff. No 1:1s, perf reviews, coaching etc.
Today I have been told there is a reshuffle and I'm now in charge of the entire tech team!
edit - And, we finish at 3pm on Fridays.
To be clear: if you book time off, or if the company tells everyone that Friday afternoon is knock off time, have at it. It's people who think that shit I need to get done has a lower priority than them skiving for the afternoon that annoy me.