I keep harking back to my childhood holidays in Cornwall, larking around in big wheatfields, dropping hay bales on other kids' heads, old petrol stations that didn't belong to chains with the handles stuck in the side of the pumps, driving around in Dad's Rover P6...
The old campsite's closed because the council said it didn't have enough facilities, you can't play in the wheatfield because someone explained to the farmer what would happen if the child of a litigious parent hurt themselves, and the petrol stations have all been bought up by shell.
Now this.
I'd actually like some of the country left for (someone else's) kids to see. Not a festering pile of yellowbrick legoland houses, with fun-o-rama leisure parks attached with all the 'facilities' you could possible want, and the tang of small urine. And motorways.
I can't believe I voted for these bastards. I'm such an idiot. |
