^Austin is definitely the best place in Texas.
Los Angeles?I guess a couple of the bars are kind of ok.
Worst:
Heat, elitism, classism, the bad roads, the shady cops, the pill heads, the bad water, the trashy belligerent people, the casual racism, the heat, the complete lack of anything to do except drinking or watching traffic... I can do this all day.
I'm guessing not Mayberry....
Morecambe Bay.
As this is an international forum, I’ll add the things we take for granted but aren’t enjoyed everywhere, like universal healthcare funded by the taxpayer, social care, state pensions, unemployment and housing benefits. Big one is Gun control. Policing by consent is another. Employment rights, paid holiday entitlement.
I look at places around the world where I might like to live, but I think we’re doing alright here, it ain’t perfect any means, but we get a lot of right.
Oddly enough I live in that area as well.
^you two could meet IRL
I've never been north of Taff's Well yet but Morecambe Bay looks very nice. Definitely a place to go to on a vacation. (I'll most certainly not collect cockles there, though. I'm not used to waters that have tides, let alone so fast ones)
We probably work in the same office, or at least pass each other on the way to work.
It is lovely here, if you like rain and traffic problems. That Bay is lethal though, and I got the inevitable lecture from the parents about how dangerous it was for the children. They of course forget about the treacherous slag heaps, carbon monoxide tunnels, abandoned industrial buildings and the stained orange streams I used to play around.
(Cute user nameThe weather's shite. It's either too bloody hot or too bloody cold.
I remember when I was at University there was this girl who would get on the bus and I hate to admit it, irritated me. She was loud and a bit showy. It was like the rest of us were her audience. Just one of those people you don't know but comes onto your radar purely situational. Sooo time passes and I get a note from an old school friend. Our dads were in the Army and she left a message to my Dad for us to meet up. Like we hadn't seen each other since we were six or seven. I remember opening the door and it was that girl from the bus. She was still my friend from childhood in there... (Weird thing was she had gone out with this Navy guy and just broken up with him. He was the brother of my Glenn - hubby).^you two could meet IRL![]()
That's soo typical for parents: the selective memory. They may keep forgetting your name but they will always remember that you peed on the vicar when you got christened. (And they'll tell all the embarassing anecdotes to your friends or your SO)They of course forget about the treacherous slag heaps, carbon monoxide tunnels, abandoned industrial buildings and the stained orange streams I used to play around.
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