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The Obnoxious People Of Bovingdon

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My parents live in a small Hertfordshire village not far from Watford. It’s commuter land, only 45 minutes by train to central London but on the edge of the delightful Chilterns countryside. It’s not quite as gorgeous as Dorset but the dogs and I enjoy the change of scenery when we visit about once every month.

The nearest place to find anything more than a village shop is the small town of Bovingdon. Every time I visit there I am dismayed, horrified even at the boorish, selfish and obnoxious behaviour of the local drivers.

There’s nowhere to park in Bovingdon but that doesn’t stop them. They park half on, half off the pavement in the most dangerous and inconsiderate places, often right opposite each other. The town is full of ostentatious, gaudy four-wheel drive Toyotas, Mitsubishis or, God preserve us from even more oriental invaders, Kias. Does no one buy British any more? These tasteless and clumsy status symbols are thrown about with abandon, aggression and a complete absence of any manners. My 17 year old nephew was literally forced off the road last week by yet another woman who simply cannot judge the width of her vehicle and so drives in the middle of narrow country lanes.

Of course, I am sure that there are many very nice and responsible people in Bovingdon but you can drive through the High Street at anytime of day to see recurrent displays of the most selfish, inconsiderate and dangerous behaviour.

There is one other observation though that, for me, condemns these unpleasant people out of hand. As I walk the dogs around the local countryside I am disgusted at the fly tipping and the disgraceful amount and variety of rubbish in the hedgerows. It’s difficult to understand why this wealthy and privileged part of the country is full of so many nasty, selfish and dirty people.

Written by Peter Reynolds

April 29, 2010 at 2:08 pm

Where Have All The Poppies Gone?

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I had the misfortune to have to visit London briefly last week.  I was thoroughly disheartened to see how few people in Hammersmith were wearing poppies.poppyfield1 They should be ashamed of themselves. More worrying though was just how difficult it was to buy one.  Hardly any of the shops had them available.  Even those that we should be able to rely on to show a responsible lead like Tescos and Sainsburys are letting down our heroes.  None of the staff are wearing them.  What is going on?  Weymouth and Dorchester are doing much better and the BBC appears to make it a compulsory requirement – and that’s no bad thing.

London is a miserable place full of miserable, selfish people and it reminds me again how I have no enthusiasm for ever returning there.  Tired of London?  Yes, tired of death.

“Why, Sir, you find no man, at all intellectual, who is willing to leave London. No, Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.”
— Samuel Johnson, 1777

Samuel Johnson

Samuel Johnson

To someone living in 18th century Britain this famous quotation may have had some relevance  After all, you could walk from the heart of the city into open countryside in little more than an hour.

Today, any man, with any intelligence, will spend only as little time in London as he has to, for today London is all about death.

The death of our children as they run wild, out of control, knifing, abusing and assaulting each other.

The death of liberty as we are watched and spied on relentlessly without proper cause by jobsworths and parasites.

The death of our culture as we have allowed minorities to create ghettoes that now overwhelm our indigenous communities.

The death of integrity as those who run our government and financial systems become ever more venal and corrupt.

Perhaps the only cause for hope in London is the bright light that is Boris Johnson.  This apparent disinterest in the Poppy Appeal, this insult to our heroes really is the final straw for me.  London has become a vile, oppressive hot bed of greed, violence and selfishness.  I shall fiddle with delight while it burns.

The Heart And Soul Of London

The Heart And Soul Of London