Well no matter what I say to myself, trying to convince even the smallest part of my brain that this place has something more than beer, traffic, knives and obesity to offer: I struggle.
The last post was about as good as it gets, I mean the scenery, the sea, the coast, you know.
But to be brutally honest, this place is a dive. It was only last night, after Johanna finished work and went to cycle home, that she couldn't: not by her choice but from some drunk, chav of an idiot had decided to kick in the back wheel.....nice one c**k.
It feels like I'm writing this as some complete defining moment as to why I hate this country, but it's just the icing on the cake.
Okay, I've got my education and life from this place, so what am I moaning for? But once you've seen a glimpse of what's out there, beyond this conjested, heartless place you know straight away that this isn't for me.
A happy post, erm may be not. The words 'I can't be arsed' more than summarizes my feelings here. Home is definitely where the heart is (as they say?!) and my heart is definitely not in this poor excuse of an apparently once great country. Harsh words? May be, but at least I'm doing something about it and getting on with my life: not what most people seem to be doing over here.
The last post was about as good as it gets, I mean the scenery, the sea, the coast, you know.
But to be brutally honest, this place is a dive. It was only last night, after Johanna finished work and went to cycle home, that she couldn't: not by her choice but from some drunk, chav of an idiot had decided to kick in the back wheel.....nice one c**k.
It feels like I'm writing this as some complete defining moment as to why I hate this country, but it's just the icing on the cake.
Okay, I've got my education and life from this place, so what am I moaning for? But once you've seen a glimpse of what's out there, beyond this conjested, heartless place you know straight away that this isn't for me.
A happy post, erm may be not. The words 'I can't be arsed' more than summarizes my feelings here. Home is definitely where the heart is (as they say?!) and my heart is definitely not in this poor excuse of an apparently once great country. Harsh words? May be, but at least I'm doing something about it and getting on with my life: not what most people seem to be doing over here.