tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post110655548596959182..comments2024-02-23T13:00:04.071+00:00Comments on Kaliyuga Kronicles: Another reason to avoid going out.Vicus Scurrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731007799031343701noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post-1106587646307914932005-01-24T17:27:00.000+00:002005-01-24T17:27:00.000+00:00Thank you Simon, I enjoyed reading that. It was no...Thank you Simon, I enjoyed reading that. It was not my intention to open up this journal to a round of “Let’s make fun of each other’s race by picking up the common stereotype”, but I suppose, had I been more perspicacious, then I would have seen the inevitability of that. Unfortunately, had you intended to provoke me by countering my mildly anti-hibernian post by lambasting the English, then I have to confess that I am entirely on your side. <br />But let me address some of your points. <br />English motorways are always open. In the sense that you can always drive on to them – getting off is a different matter. No one has yet come up with an effective way of warning motorists not to do this, and there are, I believe, a number of families who have been trapped in motorway traffic jams for several generations.<br />Accurate train timetables are readily available. They are tattooed on the stomach of the sub-species “flying pig”.<br />Please do not enter a town with a premiership football club. Leave your premiership football club at home.<br />Why would anyone want to go south of Burnley? Did your parents not warn you about Cheltenham, Colchester and Chichester?<br />English cuisine is almost as bad as that of your mother country. Bombarding it with radiation is only one of many ways of trying to disguise the horror.<br />Of course we are not a democracy. I suggest you visit the website of my old pal, Boris Johnson, who is scratching around for ideas at the moment.<br />I haven’t eaten an ‘English Breakfast’ for over 30 years, which is when I adopted the practice of vegetarianism. I suspect you meant to say “is it possible to digest an English breakfast?”<br />As a keen amateur athlete, I am proud to claim that I have scaled the highest point in Hampshire (the county in which I am currently domiciled – for the benefit of my American readers, that means the place where I live), the furniture department of Allders in Portsmouth. I did not cheat, I used the stairs. <br />If you chose to visit Hampshire, I will be happy to act as a guide. We have Jane Austen’s house (although the bitch is never at home), the hanging roundabouts of Basingstoke, and HMS Mercury, which is 15 miles inland. Just for a start.Vicus Scurrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13731007799031343701noreply@blogger.com