The favourite holiday destination for Lady Savant and me has to be the Cotswold Hills. Glorious villages and towns, one neater, cleaner and quieter than the next. Inviting pubs and coffee shops, friendly accommodating people. It’s been called the Heart of England.
But the Cotswolds suffer from a dreadful drawback: They lack diversity. Hence they are not vibrant. Otherwise they’d be really perfect. They are more like York, and not at all like Blackburn or Dewsbury.
But, nil desperandum! Salvation beckons. Because, while diversity may not have yet arrived, it’s getting closer every day. For example, just about twenty miles up the road, in Dudley, we can get a thrilling preview of the kind of vibrant diversity I have in mind. The photo here shows the ‘new English’ following the ancient British tradition of “Smash The Sikh Temple Because They’re Selling Beer Or Something”.
There’s no doubt that these splendid chaps will greatly enliven and enrich the Cotswolds when they duly arrive. I look forward to seeing them disporting themselves the next time I'm strolling down Sheep St. in Stow-on-the-Wold.