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dave lackey
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The UK has really changed since 1998 when I was there! Not sure I want to visit much less live there.
Shame, too, as I love the country and the people....
LeicaFan
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The UK has really changed since 1998 when I was there! Not sure I want to visit much less live there.
Shame, too, as I love the country and the people....
It's just not the UK, Dave. It's the same story in the USA. As much as I think that these rules are stupid, if you're on private property, you have to play by their rules (or at least pretend to).
Since 9/11, the a large majority of people are afraid of the "terrorists" because the government (the USA government, at least) has instilled these stupid beliefs into our minds. Only the ignorant buy into this stupidity (what does that say about the majority of Americans...).
Sorry for my little rant...
Coldkennels
Barnack-toting Brit.
The change is getting exponentially faster, Dave. I've only been alive for 23 years, but things are a lot, lot different to my childhood, and it's enough to make me not want to be here any longer. We've become a paranoid, shallow, isolationist shell of a country. CCTV everywhere, suspect everyone, don't trust anybody. I was actually shocked that they picked the guy in the article up on anti-terror claims; normally it's paedophilia that every male over 30 is suspected of.The UK has really changed since 1998 when I was there! Not sure I want to visit much less live there.
Shame, too, as I love the country and the people....
Of course, it's not all bad. I lived in Cornwall for a while, and it was a vast, vast improvement. People were generally friendlier, calmer, and more laid back. But coming back to the Midlands after three years was a shock. It seems like almost everyone under 25 here is just looking for a fight half the time.
So yeah, I've had enough. I want to move to Norway. I'd rather have cold weather than cold people.
Roger Hicks
Veteran
Gorgeous quote! I shall steal it! On the other hand, I am also a founder member of the Church of Never Live Anywhere It's Too Cold To Grow Tomatoes Out Of Doors.
What do you do for a living? Have you considered la France profonde, 'deep' France, the villages miles from anywhere? If you want to check it out, we have a spare room. Well, usually. Not at the moment, because the bed is covered in clothes (I have to rebuild the wardrobe), and not when our daughter is here, but that's not very often.
Be warned, though: if you feel like that at 23, it's likely to get worse. And much as I love Cornwall (I'm from St. Denys), I prefer where I live now...
Cheers,
R.
dave lackey
Veteran
Yes, Roger is quite right... hope to visit them in the near future.:angel:
However, as a BMW rider, I must say Norway doesn't look so bad in this video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFYugShhLA4
Roger Hicks
Veteran
You would of course be more than welcome -- once the bed is cleared! Give us some notice...
Cheers,
R.
dave lackey
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Roger Hicks
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Trius
Waiting on Maitani
Well ... I actually thought that was Tom A!
This past summer, on American Independence Day no less, I was photographing a beach volleyball game at Ontario Beach here in Rochester. There were a bunch of 20-somethings have a great time, and I was on the sidewalk, public property. One of the young ladies approached me and asked me why I was photographing, what were the pictures for. I said just for myself, that I do documentary photography.
She asked if I would delete them. That was going to be quite difficult as I couldn't find the delete button on my OM-2, so I explained I couldn't that I shot film.
She continued to ask me to destroy any negatives that included her. I was non-committal but did explain that it was my right to take photos on public property. In other words ... uh, no.
She likely thought I was a creepy, dirty old man, but not only was she on the periphery of the photos taken from distance with a 35mm lens, but she wasn't nearly as interesting as some of the other lasses.
I'm not sure why she was so concerned, but paranoia strikes deep. Into your life it will creep ...
Coldkennels
Barnack-toting Brit.
That's very, very kind of you, Roger. Maybe one of these days I'll take you up on that, but as an English/Writing graduate trying to find a way into a career in journalism that always really, REALLY struggled with the French language (I'm much more adept at the harder, more gutteral European languages - German, et. al.), I don't think it'd be a place I could make a living, unfortunately.
And yes, I'm more than aware of the fact like I'm likely to have a life as a Grumpy Old Man ahead of me. Considering I spent my teenage years drinking whisky in folk clubs, I may already be there!
Roger Hicks
Veteran
The trick is to establish yourself, then move.
Whisky! Rich young fellow! I always drank beer in folk clubs!
But if you fancy a glass of wine one day... What sort of journalism?
Cheers,
R.
Coldkennels
Barnack-toting Brit.
The whisky is something that came about due to genetics; I'm a coeliac, so I can't drink beer, and whisky seemed like a good substitute. A very good substitute. I'll go in for a good red, though. Or maybe some port.
Yes, expensive tastes for a lowly writer.
To be honest, right now, I'd take any journalistic job shy of reporting on celebrity weddings. In an ideal world, I'd love to cover national/global politics, whether it's for a newspaper or something more substantial. But it's a big ladder, and I'm happy to start at the bottom rung, writing the mandatory human interest stories about old local women and their cats...