With respect, Min, you also went to Spain as a considered move and not because you were on the run. Well, I'm assuming!
You are, however, a good example of an alien coming in and working your way. As I feel I am, here in Scotland. I've never claimed benefits, own my house, and eventually will draw a pension as I will have worked here 20 years by the time I retire. Once the Scots realized I wasn't English I've never been made to feel unwelcome
Ideal residents, yes, and not taking any jobs anyway from locals, instead you provide jobs and pour cash into the economy. My example of you having to speak Spanish was an idiotic one, sorry
I know, Luke. SA whites could be in that position if some of the real zoomers actually got into power. People that I know, and you know, have real skills and abilities and are worth having, but are forced to pick up, pack up, and run, and would want to move to communities where there are already other Saffers to help them adapt as quickly as possible to their complete change in circumstances.
I'm still on the fence, I am, but if it was Saffers, I would be yelling for their acceptance and astonished that anyone could be blocking their way. It's a tricky and emotive situation.
Always tricky ground for me to comment on people bringing their own traditions and cultures with them, coming from SA as I do. We took our religions, schools and cultures with us to Africa so I have a certain sympathy with anyone creating their own world in new countries. Hell, my own house has a lot of African stuff in it and on gala days the bunting I hang out contains the SA flag. I would be quite indignant if anyone told me I was Scottish now, and should only have the Saltire!
Yes, Z, I entirely agree about those jumping on the bandwagon. They are part of the reason I was so firmly on the fence, because the issues vanish into people's private agendas. I should say again though that Frankie Boyle's article didn't include that photo, I added it.
Eleg what??? I already said I do, I love deep passionate kisses! Just not in aisle #3 at the supermarket ... unless he insists. I do like a masterful man hungry for my kisses
Well, warm moonlit nights are done for this year in Scotland, and anyway I'd be more likely to find myself dancing a reel. Less likely to trip and collapse in embarrassed giggles if it was a reel anyway.
Daydreams are fun, though. Off to have a cold shower.
Ha, Angel, wrong blog indeed. You're too sensible (so far) to join me in my quest. By the time your time comes you'll be saying hey, I remember Elegsabiff wanting this, nowwwwwww I understand.
And a little grey voice will say from the corner 'huh. About time.'
Luke, you'd be surprised how few volunteers I'm getting. It doesn't have to be a poem in blood, that was just an example. (A GOOD example, though)
A little surprised also at the lack of females leaping up and down shouting yerrr, gimme one too. Maybe I really am the only nutjob here. What a very sobering thought ...
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With respect, Min, you also went to Spain as a considered move and not because you were on the run. Well, I'm assuming!You are, however, a good example of an alien coming in and working your way. As I feel I am, here in Scotland. I've never claimed benefits, own my house, and eventually will draw a pension as I will have worked here 20 years by the time I retire. Once the Scots realized I wasn't English I've never been made to feel unwelcome