EU to treat us with respect.

Just recently Theresa May has demanded that the EU should treat us with respect and I’m inclined to think she has a point, which caused me to comment on her statement on another news site.

I wrote in response that; I’ve had many holidays in France over the years but if the EU continue to treat us like this I’m beginning to think that I no longer want to go there.

To which someone else wrote back and said; Do you think the French will care, or that the Brits are the only people that go on holiday within Europe.

My response was as follows; It’s obviously going to surprise you but I had noticed there were other holiday makers in France other than the British. I think the big clue was the fact that they were not speaking English and sadly I have to include the Americans in this as they too have lost the ability to speak English as well.

Whilst not being old enough to remember World War Two, I’m beginning to imagine how we must have felt; one tiny nation standing alone against the massed hoards gathering across the English Channel.

Whilst I’m tempted with the old war time idea of fighting them on the beaches I feel I may have more impact by not spending my hard earned money in France. I’m going to draw the line at digging up our railings for the Spitfire fund as I know last time they were not used, although a few pots and pans could be sacrificed.

When those of us that do take holidays in France band together and collectively refrain from doing so causing the enemy to weaken and finally capitulate and I hear the words; Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few, ringing in my ears. I shall be a happy man, I’ve always rather hankered after a DFC.

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About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin

I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent. Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work. I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise. I spent many years looking after my aged mother who had dementia, hence the lack of acting work but shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again, resulting in us getting married in 2013. My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie. I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on Amazon.co.uk and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes. I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage. My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse.
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