Cambridge The Revenge
Why worse? Because in old Blighty it's a Bank Holiday Monday, which means almost everybody doesn't have to work, so Cambridge has filled itself up with the 'Pretty People'... Good Looks, suave, sophistication, superficiality and conceit are rife. Fantastic; as if the place isn't bad enough already without an unusually high proportion of wanna-be Posh and Becks. (Previous anti Cambridge ramblings here).
Do I sound bitter? Ummm... OK maybe just a Tad. Me home alone again, back to the familiar routine, the Slug & Lettuce for a bite to eat (The Slug Mezze :o) ), washing it down with a Bottle of Rioja, writing this Blog, before heading back to my hotel. Which, as mentioned before, is now totally non-smoking :o/ It's a conspiracy, Cambridge hates me!
OK so maybe 'Hate' is a too stronger a word, its just Cambridge and I don't necessarily see Eye to Eye. Thinking about this a little deeper makes me wonder why? Obviously the Pseudo-Students types don't help at all (paying for drinks with an Amex card isn't natural for any student!), but there's something deeper than that, something socially ingrained, which I can sum up in one single word 'Elitism', and it stinks.
Now call me a socialist, even maybe a communist, I'd prefer idealist, but the whole concept of perpetuating the Class system, through an 'ability to pay' education (whether that be which school your parents can afford for you to attended etc.), and Cambridge's social engineering programme sticks in my gut. The example of this I loath the most is the title often seen, Mr. "Unknown Tosser" BSc Hons (Cambridge).
WFT!!! Like because Daddy could afford you an expensive education that makes your Degree superior or more worthwhile than anyone else's! (Not that I've got one :o) )
OK Rant over, almost, but to me the most frightening thing about this privileged cultured class is that they are all destined to rule, to take power over this country, most of whom only have a misplaced and false self-belief in themselves their abilities, they are just shallow upper middle class manikins with no experience of the 'Real World'. Don't believe me? Think Boris Johnson! (OK OK so he went to Oxford, but hey ;o) )
OK it's me that hates Cambridge, not the other way round. Bit tired and grumpy today, still getting over my 'Man Flu'.
Alright I admit it, what really hacked me off today about Cambridge was that my favorite "Get 'em wile there hot they're Lovely!" BIG ISSUE seller wasn't in his usual place, outside the Supermarket (I can listen to his banter for ages, most amusing :o) ).
HELP get me out of here!
Ciao Ciao
Confused From Cambridge
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6Comments:
Wow...so I take it you're not a posh and becks fan then? :p
Isn't that the place where people drive crazy and you had to drive all over because you forgot to pack underwear?
Regarding the Slug and Lettuce, I would have a hard time deciding between Honey Roast Ham and Brie and the Warm Goats' Cheese & Flat Bread. Yum.
Hell Lisa...that's impressive memory recall! :o)
Fletch: This count as a comment? heh ;o)
Wallo : R U ? ;o)
Lisa : Yep, the same place. The place they wouldn't let me buy any knickers! Oh and all the food is gud at the Slug :o)
Gem : No ;o)
Damn! ;o)
Ok....my take, ignore the Posh and Beck's wannabe types, the elitist middle classes, the hienous traffic system, just watch the sunrise over the city on a spring morning and ul see the place in a different light (no pun intended) :o)
Fletch: The only things I would have to say on 'posh and becks' would be negative :)
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