I think we can blame it on naive idealism on the part of some MPs who thought cheap housing would result and on the desire for profit on the part of others who hve investments in house building. Naivete and greed working together - a dangerous mixture.
If I haven't said it already, happy St David's Day! Northerners and Celts have something in common, obviously - we both use woad to make ourselves beautiful. Must put my photo on sometime!
Frank, when I moved to the Fens from London, a local said to me, 'You can always tell a Londoner... but they never listen.' Yes, a lot of us Londoners do the 'air kiss', but only with some people; there are folks who have an invisible barrier around them with a notice saying,'Look but don't touch!'
If I haven't said it already, happy St David's Day! Northerners and Celts have something in common, obviously - we both use woad to make ourselves beautiful. Must put my photo on sometime!
G/G wrong end of the stick girl, we use woad to hide the beauty that would blind the normal mortals, we Vikings tall blonde and lovely and you Celts shorter dark and lovely have to keep it under wraps only exposing such loveliness to each other or so Nesta told me, is she to be believed I ask??? Probably to do with us being mining communities, you had to have a sense of fun and a joy for living or go under. My mining relatives told me straight, "if you try to go into mining we will tie you from the bottom of the cage by the testimonials (I think that is the word) and drop you to the bottom". Joining ICI I often had to go down the anhydrite mine, luckily in the cage and not hanging from it.
Artjak I did spend a lot of time with my London relatives who came from up here originally and also much of my leave time with Londoners who were wonderful people never seeing any of that false bonhomie that one sees these days. It all seems facile to me, it certainly irritates me so I may be one with the iron curtain around me, it brings to mind the song, "kiss me once and kiss me twice and kiss me once again" why? one good smacker from me would be all they need on the lips of course and not some air gap around the lug holes all hairy and stuffed with wax.
Woad was used to make the first scottish tattoo. It was tradition to rub it into wounds so the dye would be in the scars. Scars were seen as a symbol of strength and a brave warrior.
I wonder if it is a class thing. I really agree that people in mining and other communities that had hard lives learnt to laugh and love because they needed courage and cheerfulness to face the difficulties of daily life and still get some satisfaction out of life. People who are more privileged can afford a few airs and graces and snobberies. The air kissing is pretty meaningless and pretentious. My father's greatest achievement was to get out of the mines and become a commercial traveller, staying in work throughout the depression. By contrast, my son went to Oxford, married a 'posh' girl and learnt to survive in a more privileged world - an art in itself for a working class boy.
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Ah, Frank. I think we can blame this on the EU dont you? Now there's a can of worms ...................
I think we can blame it on naive idealism on the part of some MPs who thought cheap housing would result and on the desire for profit on the part of others who hve investments in house building. Naivete and greed working together - a dangerous mixture.
If I haven't said it already, happy St David's Day! Northerners and Celts have something in common, obviously - we both use woad to make ourselves beautiful. Must put my photo on sometime!
Frank, when I moved to the Fens from London, a local said to me, 'You can always tell a Londoner... but they never listen.'
Yes, a lot of us Londoners do the 'air kiss', but only with some people; there are folks who have an invisible barrier around them with a notice saying,'Look but don't touch!'
G/G wrong end of the stick girl, we use woad to hide the beauty that would blind the normal mortals, we Vikings tall blonde and lovely and you Celts shorter dark and lovely have to keep it under wraps only exposing such loveliness to each other or so Nesta told me, is she to be believed I ask???
Probably to do with us being mining communities, you had to have a sense of fun and a joy for living or go under. My mining relatives told me straight, "if you try to go into mining we will tie you from the bottom of the cage by the testimonials (I think that is the word) and drop you to the bottom". Joining ICI I often had to go down the anhydrite mine, luckily in the cage and not hanging from it.
Frank.
Artjak I did spend a lot of time with my London relatives who came from up here originally and also much of my leave time with Londoners who were wonderful people never seeing any of that false bonhomie that one sees these days. It all seems facile to me, it certainly irritates me so I may be one with the iron curtain around me, it brings to mind the song, "kiss me once and kiss me twice and kiss me once again" why? one good smacker from me would be all they need on the lips of course and not some air gap around the lug holes all hairy and stuffed with wax.
Frank.
Frank, I can;t wait to see the photo of you in woad
And I do so agree with the moue moue thing!
I wonder if it is a class thing. I really agree that people in mining and other communities that had hard lives learnt to laugh and love because they needed courage and cheerfulness to face the difficulties of daily life and still get some satisfaction out of life. People who are more privileged can afford a few airs and graces and snobberies. The air kissing is pretty meaningless and pretentious. My father's greatest achievement was to get out of the mines and become a commercial traveller, staying in work throughout the depression. By contrast, my son went to Oxford, married a 'posh' girl and learnt to survive in a more privileged world - an art in itself for a working class boy.
Snap GG
but not a commecial traveller and maybe a bit younger