"If Gordon Brown gets in I'm going to buy myself a hill in Umbria."
Umbria is not Tuscany, but there are no hills for sale there either. Not any more. Should have done it thirteen years ago.
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american survival websites say it so succinctly...GTFOOD for it's TEOTWAWKI.
Better off buying a but and ben in the Shetlands. You're near the oil there. :)
I'd be surprised if there's anything ordinary humans can have there either SR. Lovely wilderness and isolation with a bit of land? That'll be an arm and a leg Sir. View? Hill top or sea? The other arm. Though the shipping forecast must have a bit more meaning listened-to from there.
Go on then Chief, what do those stand for?
Ireland will do us. I'm 2nd gen Irish as it is, my father's family moving from Dublin to Crumpsall in Manchester in 1929. When I compare the four major factors that might determine where one might live, the Republic .v. the UK
1. Third world status. Both
2. Economy destroyed. Both
3. Political process corrupted utterly. Both
4. Government all over you like a rash. Yes - UK. No - Ireland.
That will do. There's lots of space and hundreds of unsold properties in West Cork. Worst call we have the van and a plot on a cousin's 52 acres down that way whilst we find somewhere. Glorious seafood down there, and of course, glorious Guinness, we can grow our own and there is a very fine wine shop in Kenmare.
Mine left Ireland in the 1860s Elby; too remote for claims of citizenship or kinship. We will stick with the Etruscans; the fish isn't so good, the Guinness is nowhere, the political process utterly corrupted (but with a defended population both with a constitution and courts as well as armed to the teeth), the economy black - not destroyed but not what you'd call open or transparent to say the least.
I still have faith that the English will throw off the thirteen dreadful years. Lovely place, pity about New Labour.
Guinness in Cork, Elby ?
Murphy's, surely
I love England. I adore the South West, and in that my mother's family are Cornish (and I, incidentally, as a result of her blacksmith grandfather leaving for Bristol, and then Manchester (via Swindon - on yer bikes eh?), related to John Cleese, or Cheese as his family was known) am happy living here. Cornwall would do as well. I feel entirely at home down here, I like the laidbackness, I like the fact that we have our backs turned firmly towards London. I like the woods. I like the cider. I like that people talk to each other in shops. It's still human.
But more Brown would be too much to bear.
Italy would do, for sure. I like the manner of their relationship to their government, which, in essence, seems to be one of supreme contempt and indifference. I love the food and the wine. I love the churches. Love the Italian enthusiasm for football, which is with music the great global language.
Yet, the South West of England, a good March up until early July is as fair a place as there is in all the world. At them moment, dogwalk woods has wood anenomes, celandine, violets, ransoms, and the trees are starting to unfurl. Glorious.
sigh: do you own a Tuscan hill like that HG?
If you do, I am viscerally envious.
That's the Senese I think, Botogol. That's also what? 10 million euros-worth? Even more with land.
The Florence Siena Arezzo triangle has tucked-away bits as well; the ecohouse is on its own hill but our hills are wooded - scrub oak, mediterranean pine and cypresses marking borders and buildings. And it was a peasant house in its earlier incarnation, not a grand villa/ fattoria like the pic. Still, you'd need a staff to run that place, I can nip round with mop and hoover - staying true to the self-imposed rule 'if you can't clean your own house it's too big for you.'
Well, TEOTWASWI has to be "the end of the world as we know it". Can't do GTFOOD though. Had it been GFAT, it would have been "Gordon for another term" :-)
I love your blog btw.
I thought GTFOOD must be Get The F*ck Out Of 'Der
Nick,
No - not a Murphys man. Good Guinness far better than good Murphys to my mind.
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