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johnny9fingersGigged in St George's Hill Lawn Tennis Club last night. It was for charity.
St George's Hill is a walled enclave the size of a village just outside Weybridge in Surrey. A rich person's ghetto, it has private security guards and is difficult to get in and out of. I finally persuaded the goon at 'Checkpoint Charlie' to let me through, and I eventually found the Tennis Club.
One of the band members asked me if I liked the big houses around here. I had to reply that six bedrooms and half-an-acre isn't my idea of a big house (though considerably larger than the one I live in at present) and ghettos, even if wealthy, aren't my thing.
I spend a lot of my time defending the Middle-Classes against folk that regard the competent, professional, and intellectual values of the Middle-Classes as pretentious. I'm not going to defend the wealthy ghetto, however. As is, I'm beginning to think that perhaps I'm just too infected with the value system of the aristocracy and gentry to ever regard such enclaves as anything other than appropriate tax-farms. This is, after all, the point behind ghettos.
Didn't have to go onstage until after the Rugby, by which time everyone (including me) was in fine form. I shouted myself hoarse, bit my fingernails, and celebrated wildly, along with everyone else glued to the screen. I thought France outplayed us in many areas of the game, but we got stuck in, and kept in touch and eventually....
Tonight it's Argentina against South Africa....and we meet the winners in the final.
I didn't think I'd ever say this, but come on Argentina, play up, play up, and play the game.
St George's Hill is a walled enclave the size of a village just outside Weybridge in Surrey. A rich person's ghetto, it has private security guards and is difficult to get in and out of. I finally persuaded the goon at 'Checkpoint Charlie' to let me through, and I eventually found the Tennis Club.
One of the band members asked me if I liked the big houses around here. I had to reply that six bedrooms and half-an-acre isn't my idea of a big house (though considerably larger than the one I live in at present) and ghettos, even if wealthy, aren't my thing.
I spend a lot of my time defending the Middle-Classes against folk that regard the competent, professional, and intellectual values of the Middle-Classes as pretentious. I'm not going to defend the wealthy ghetto, however. As is, I'm beginning to think that perhaps I'm just too infected with the value system of the aristocracy and gentry to ever regard such enclaves as anything other than appropriate tax-farms. This is, after all, the point behind ghettos.
Didn't have to go onstage until after the Rugby, by which time everyone (including me) was in fine form. I shouted myself hoarse, bit my fingernails, and celebrated wildly, along with everyone else glued to the screen. I thought France outplayed us in many areas of the game, but we got stuck in, and kept in touch and eventually....
Tonight it's Argentina against South Africa....and we meet the winners in the final.
I didn't think I'd ever say this, but come on Argentina, play up, play up, and play the game.
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Date: 2007-10-15 09:58 am (UTC)*shrug* ghettos - of whatever stripe - are odd. The wealth ones exist here too with an excess of artificial rules.
(I live basically on the edge of a poor one... or at least as close as Canada gets to one. It's not that bad here mostly)
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