I'm on my almost annual pilgrimage to the Cotswolds at the moment. I’ve so much time for this region, one of the disappearing redoubts of actual English people, but, as I pointed out here, it’s under increasing threat.
Thankfully the smaller towns and villages remain relatively unenriched, although must say was disappointed to see garish Chinese takeaway signs all over the place, even in Burton-on-the-Water, for God's sake. So on to my demographic survey of the larger towns. Cirencester was pretty good must say, almost all Brits to be seen. Then on the Cheltenham where we enjoyed coffee and scones al fresco at, I think, Crescent place. More reassurance. Almost entirely white, apart from two enormous negresses who eventually appeared, eliciting a response similar to one encountering a turd in the punchbowl.
So my final laboratory review – Gloucester. I did a short assignment for Gloucester CC about twelve years ago and found it an absolutely charming place. All that’s good about England. I did visit subsequently for a Muster rugby game but was, sadly, in no condition to evaluate ‘progress’, if any. So today I took up a variety of positions around Easgate St. Oh Jesus! Third World. Every fourth person, or so it seems, was a visible enricher. Often white sperm buckets passed by with half-caste children in tow.
The whole place seemed down-at-heel. Even Lady Savant acknowledged the validity of my observation that there’s a direct co-relation between the presence of blacks and/or Muslims, and a slide into dereliction. Just like North Main St. in Cork.
So my overall impression? Negative. If the city of Gloucester can be degraded in such a short time, well, there’s little or no hope. Now maybe some of our readers from Gloucester might offer some solace in advising that the area selected was unrepresentative of the city at large. Hopefully. Buy all I know is that at the turn of the Century such scenes could not be seen anywhere in that city.