BrianW
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In 1976 I went to live "darn South" for a bit:
Good things:
Beer was relatively cheap and you could get pretty stoned on 4 pints of King and Barnes Old Ale.
Off peak fare to London was £1-50 return. Even allowing for inflation, that was cheap.
You could get a doctor's appointment same day.
If you were off sick, a Giro would land on your door-mat promptly. No 200 page forms for the DWP.
Although my salary was modest, I could easily afford to rent a flat.
Never saw a beggar in the street.
Bad things:
That flat, in winter, was only marginally warmer than the inside of a fridge.
People, generally, were not well off. Everyone got by, but you never felt loaded.
Work was as boring as fuck. (But that was the job I was in.)
Good things:
Beer was relatively cheap and you could get pretty stoned on 4 pints of King and Barnes Old Ale.
Off peak fare to London was £1-50 return. Even allowing for inflation, that was cheap.
You could get a doctor's appointment same day.
If you were off sick, a Giro would land on your door-mat promptly. No 200 page forms for the DWP.
Although my salary was modest, I could easily afford to rent a flat.
Never saw a beggar in the street.
Bad things:
That flat, in winter, was only marginally warmer than the inside of a fridge.
People, generally, were not well off. Everyone got by, but you never felt loaded.
Work was as boring as fuck. (But that was the job I was in.)