{ re: The Poles Are Coming! }

As ever, I wrote this last night, then was thwarted in my attempts to post by the lack of a working net connection. Pain in the back end. Anyway, this morning I am writing a commentary on my ballade, and I missed a meeting with my personal tutor (that's been sorted out though). This afternoon I have four hours of Traditions in Poetry: Donne, Jonson, Marvell. We'll see how it goes.

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In a HILARIOUS scene from the documentary, the presenter asks a handful of people where they’re from:

“I’m from Lithuania.”
“From Lithuania.”
“Lithuania.”
“I’m from Lithuania.”
“Market Deeping.”

HAHAHAHA. OH DEEPING, HOW I LOVE YOU. Considering the size of the place that bloke probably knows my dad.

But yeah, in general, it’s an interesting documentary so far, especially in terms of the willingness of these immigrants to work hard. ( I'm guessing this will be a tl;dr for most of you. )

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A shallow, personal gripe: the Fen is not ‘mournful’! Greenery does not immediately a pretty land make! Fen earth is rich and deep, and it produces more of the agricultural wealth of the country. Not only that, but if you’re going to look at a field at any time that isn’t summer, of course all you’re going to see is the soil, you dumbass. IT’S SOIL COUNTRY. Lols.

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By the by! I read the budget. Some of it is good – alcohol taxation, cigarette taxation, road levies. Some of it is baffling. 70,000 affordable homes per year.

SEVENTY-THOUSAND.

One day we won’t be a country anymore. It’ll be the City of Britain. You cannot – you cannot – keep eradicating the farms. Eventually that is going to bite you in the ass.

And this is the reason why it’s a bad idea for me to tune into the news. (a) I get angry and (b) I get paranoid in what would be considered a fairly perplexing manner.