I have assumed, probably correctly, that you are a typical boorish ocker of doubtful genetic provenance deriving simple pleasure from drunkenness, base humour and ignorance.
You therefore have no idea of what life in modern day Britain actually means for most of its denizens but the inescapable reality for the majority is that they will live in small boxes with little or no space that have postage stamp size gardens, usually a muddy patch of turf with a stupid trampoline for their ugly brats, funded through debt while they spend a sizeable proportion of their incomes on consumerism that they can ill-afford and has no value beyond the ephemeral. Consequently, over 20 million or so have no savings in excess of £500 and most live precariously either month to month or within insolvency. The men dress uniformly in tracksuit tops, are fat-bellied and shaven headed and bizarrely wear shorts irrespective of the weather which for six months of the year is grey, cold, windy and rain sodden, and sport tattoos that they believe confer a uniqueness in their otherwise dull, dreary lives spent watching a digital screen while drinking cheap alcohol when they are not working in some factory or warehouse, or selling tat to their peers. The local pub, or more usually an institutionally barren Wetherspoons, is their primary, and in fact only, venue for social intercourse that ends in inebriation and more often than not in violence.
They were the bedrock of society that gave us Brexit and the worst, sleaziest, corrupted government in living memory which they elected because they laughably believed it would make them all richer.
You would probably fit in quite well.
Yeah I dunno. With age , you also progressively lower your expectations for everything.
Booking a camping trip for example. I would take pleasure that it didn't rain the whole time. Only half the time. It would be considered a success if it rained half the time.
It really is a very depressing vista indeed.
Britain's erstwhile European dimension was its redeeming feature and energised London and the South East into a cosmopolitan melting pot of cultures that ensured a dynamism fostering much development in the Arts and social awareness making it the envy of the world in terms of cultural creativity.
Now, its been corralled into parochial isolation straitjacketed by the provincial and Northern dross who now constitute the new, and very dispiriting, majority.
Throughout my life I have believed that with the passage of time society will inevitably make progress. That has been a delusion. Britain is going backwards and the new imperative has become stupidity.
I continue to seek asylum but in truth there is none, one endures but at least I can take consolation from the knowledge that the hoi polloi will suffer for their foolishness.
Be careful, SA.....this path leads to the heavy stuff, like walking through rougher areas of Pattaya in the hope of witnessing some poor drunken wretch receiving a drubbing.
After that no longer titillates, you will find yourself more actively searching out bar fights involving drunken Aussies. Then at your lowest ebb.....drunken Aussie sheilas.
Why not just call it MBS? Miserable Bastard Syndrome. If you give it a legal medical term, there will be a med for it and long term disability awards which we pay with our taxes.
I'm butthurt while you're the one getting reamed? Sure, stillshit/NPT.
EVEN THIS thread???? The golden thread with the esteemed title "Miserable bastards might be demented instead" . . . where stillshit/NPT, Taxidriver, you etc... have thrown shit around as usual? You're really not well.
Show me where I have thrown shit in this thread .....
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