But if Britain leaves the EU, there will be a dramatically reduced pool of native English speakers to recruit from, because you need to have an EU passport to work in the institutions. As people retire, fewer native speakers will work in the EU, meaning they will have less and less influence on and authority over the use of English in these contexts. This means “EU English” will likely move away from British English at a faster pace.
Seriously, who cares how foreigners jabber to each other? As we all know all we’ve got to do is speak louder and they’ll understand perfectly well.
This is not to say that privately educated Oxbridge graduates are bad people or don’t have anything good to bring to the table – just that perhaps we need to stop focusing so much on what’s fair and instead look at what’s most interesting and imaginative.
But the entire argument against the privately educated running everything is that it’s unfair, isn’t it?
So, in 1066 the Normans came and stole the whole country.
We’ve not got a complete land registry for the place today as only those places that have changed hands on the open market in recent centuries are so listed.
But do we know of any one piece of land, an estate, which has been passed on through inheritance only since the 11 th century? Still got some few thousand acres estate – absent Royal Family or Crown Estate holdings – that is identifiably just because ggggg gpa was handy with a broadsword, lance and horse?
Of course, the general pattern of rural landholding is still hugely influenced by the event. But can we point to one particular piece of land and say that’s his directly because that?
Toddler attacked by seagull as she ate Greggs pasty
The Greggs coffee and bacon butty deal is pretty good. Pasties are of course delightful if good.
Then there’s a Gregg’s pasty.
But then we knew seagulls have no taste. Look where they hang out! Britain’s seaside towns not being the toniest of places these days, eh?
Prince Charles to celebrate Royal Family’s German heritage in major speech on ‘Brexit tour’
When’s the Crusade into Lithuania? Busbys would look good on the Champs Elysee it has to be said. Switching entirely to a diet of sausages and potatoes might not quite suit but perhaps we can get Hugo Boss to do the spiffy uniforms once again?
But who knows with the porridge wogs:
‘Historic day for Scotland’ as beavers get protected status
Jordan Moazami: Harborne stab victim, 18, was ‘role model’
There are indeed cultures where being stabbed makes you a role model. Didn’t quite realise any of them were English tho’
A Researcher and an Author of the book the “Revelation, Movement of Akan People from Canaan to Ghana”, Martin Kwasi Abrokwah also known as Akanba has revealed that Jesus Christ was a full blooded Ghanaian.
According to him, his years of study shows that the Messiah was actually an Akyem by tribe, from the East Akyem District of Eastern Region of Ghana.
“Jesus Christ was originally an Akan, to be specific an Akyem. He was from Asiakwa, Asiakwa is Bethlehem, Kyebi (Kibi) is Beersheba, Kumasi is the same as Samaria. If we say Jesus is from the tribe of Judah, that tribe is the Akyem in Ghana. The name Akyem is the short form of Jojakyem, the descendants of Jojakyem took the name Akyem as we know it in Ghana. Jojakyem was one time the king of Judah. From my etymological and anthropological research, Jesus Christ was a pure Akyem.” the Anthropologist told sit-in host Akwasi Nsiah on Anopa Kasapa on Kasapa FM.
Doesn’t really matter though as we know damn well that JC’s Pops was an Englishman.
The proposal that the British state should extend to this unworthy man its highest honours, including an address to parliament, and a banquet and carriage ride down the Mall with the Queen, is misjudged. It will do nothing to revive the “special relationship”, already torn apart by Trump’s reactionary policies on climate change, migration, race, multilateralism, Yemen, nuclear arms, civil liberties and other issues. What it will do is give an undeserved boost to a wounded charlatan.
If Americans are content to allow a habitual liar who has presided over systemic illegality, numerous ill-concealed attempts to obstruct justice and a foul-mouthed culture of venality and vendettas to continue to lead their country, that is a matter for them. But the British people cannot be expected to collude or condone such misbehaviour. And what’s to be gained? A fantasy post-Brexit trade deal? Trump’s word, evidently, cannot be trusted.
Considering who we have had over for state visits none of that would seem to be a disqualification. Mugabe? Banda, Kaunda? Suharto? Ceausescu for the Lord’s Sake. Mobutu? Willie Tubman.
Trump’s worse than this collection of thieves, bandits, murderers and fools?
Ah, I see. A state visit isn’t in fact this highest honour. It’s an entirely political move so that foreign gimps might like us a little more. You know, the the benefit of us peeps that we sate their egos and they look kindly upon us.
So, the worse we think Trump’s egomania is the more we should be offering the visit in order to buy us some goodwill at a very cheap indeed price.
But, you know, Orange Man Bad!
Stroud, the gentle Cotswold town that spawned a radical protest
The founders of Extinction Rebellion dismiss claims that it is merely a product of the Gloucestershire town’s middle-class liberal elite
Blimey, that does explain a lot.
Bramwell, who was arrested after gluing himself to revolving doors at the oil giant Shell’s headquarters last week, said the idea for Extinction Rebellion emerged at a weekend gathering of about 17 activists at Bradbrook’s council house on the outskirts of Stroud almost exactly a year ago. “It was in Gail’s living room last April that we decided to go for broke. We decided to throw all of our energy and intelligence at something that could change the planet,” he said over the phone from London, where he is helping to organise further protests for the coming week. Bramwell dismissed suggestions by some newspapers that Extinction Rebellion is a middle-class movement of privileged hippies: “I’m working-class. I have been a builder most of my life and every other job in between. My mum was a nurse, I grew up in a single-parent family. Gail grew up in the north and her father was a miner. She is as working-class as they come – she is just bloody bright.”
Stroud’s an oddity. All the intellectual sophistication of Slad and the economic modernity of Minchinhampton. Allied with the towering civilisation of Gloucester and this isn’t a winning combination.
From the comments. An idea:
Let’s offer the timber from HMS Victory to the French to rebuild Notre Dame. And start a petition on petitions.gov to ask for this.
We need the petition properly written – Steve, you want to handle that?
Centuries of aggression against the French, what better sign of peace with our EU partners than to break up the militaristic remnant to the glory of their culture etc cont. pg 94?
You, Steve, would do that better than anyone else around here.
We also then need the email addy’s of 5 people to make the petition go live.
We’ll need an 80 character heading for it. Then a wider explanation in 300 characters. And a 500 character background.
Eh? Not quite G Elfwick but could be fun.
Italian restaurants in Britain should only employ Italian cooks, chef Aldo Zilli has said as critics say this would be discrimination.
And where would Greggs be if only English peeps were allowed to make bacon butties?
Royal superfans criticise Harry and Meghan’s ‘disappointing’ decision to keep birth private as they vow to arrive in Windsor anyway
The people they talk to say, well, their baby, their way to do it and good luck to them.
England’s steepest street has been named by the Ordnance Survey for the first time as as a hill in Bristol, where residents tie their cars to lampposts to stop them from rolling away.
Bristol’s residential Vale Street has the steepest gradient in England with a slope of 22-degrees.
While the hill may be tricky it does have its upsides. Katherine Haddow, who lives on the street, added that the slope gives home-owners the advantage of a “completely un-obscured” view across the city.
Well, it gives a great view over Brislington which might not be all that much of an advantage. Still, they can see the Bath Road from there. You know, the route out of Bristol and off into civilisation.
‘Ey up duck’ is not a phrase often associated with inhabitants of Jordan, Syria or parts of Africa.
Yet for asylum seekers living in Bradford, not only has learning how to ‘speak Yorkshire’ has become an integral part of English lessons – it may also be the solution to bridging the north-south divide.
Forster College, which is part of Bradford College, is running 12-week courses in Yorkshire dialect for mature students “to improve their spoken English”.
‘Ey up’, ‘ta love’, ‘I’m off t’shops’, and ‘flippin’ ‘eck’, are just some of the words and phrases which are taught to help them understand everyday conversations and to feel like they fit in with the local community.
Dunno. Might not نريد بعض المحبوبين فتاة صغيرة؟ aid a little more. Or maybe کچھ پیاری پیاری لڑکی چاہتے ہیں؟?
She died in poverty at the age of 80, a raging snob to the end. Her nursing home served lunch at 12pm. She ate it, stone cold, at 1pm. The duchess had standards.
Both ridiculous and admirable.