Folly and ignorance, the common curse of mankind. Old Billy Shakespeare wrote those words four centuries ago (plus change). With a goose feather most likely. Looks like we have not progressed one bit. Cynical politicians (Oh. Is that a redundancy?) have launched a massive propaganda for Britain to leave the European Union. Brexit. As in F.O.L.L.Y. That word comes from the French “Follie”, madness. On the 23rd, “Britland” will decide whether to leave or REMAIN. Past few months polls oscillate (waver?) around 50/50, the flipping of a coin. The UK is the third country in terms of visits to this blog. This post is dedicated to my many British friends and relations, AND in favour of REMAIN. The above picture was taken near Buckingham. “Here was a Royal fellowship.”
“London beach.” No palm trees, Mate. Waiting for global warming.
A Horseguard(ess) with no horse.
Phone booth. Abandoned or nearly so. I suggest to BT (British Telecoms) to put expresso machines in every one. A farthing a cup. Oh? Farthings have been withdrawn in 1961? Stiff upper lip old chap.
The London Underground opened in 1863. The first in the world. Bl..dy Brits beat us again. And by far. The Paris metro was built in 1900.
Jo Cox, the Labour MP murdered last week lived in a similar barge in Whapping. Requiescat in pace.
This city now doth, like a garment wear,
The beauty of the morning, silent, bare.
(Wordsworth, near Westminster bridge)
The London bridge, on a beautiful London summer morning… 😉
This one is for Tiffany at:
A word of advice to my Brit friends: if you leave (God forbid) you will starve. You have no cuisine to speak of… 🙂
Is Brexit a disguised “coup d’état”? Do Brexit supporters realize that English would loose 60% of its vocabulary? What? What? Of course, you would not be allowed to use any word of French origin. 🙂 (Tongue in cheek)
Say “cheese”. And REMAIN. Camden Town.
Respectfully submitted in favour of REMAIN, yours truly, the Bloody French.