Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Britain today is a powerhouse..
Sounds like you missed the food, the service and the beer over here, Mike. I personally believe that it is exactly those qualities which keep our nation great – you lament the lack of late liquor/lager licences, the quality of service and the food over here but I say that if we are to keep this nation;
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,This other Eden, demi-paradise,This fortress built by Nature for herselfAgainst infection and the hand of war,This happy breed of men, this little world,This precious stone set in the silver sea,Which serves it in the office of a wallOr as a moat defensive to a house,Against the envy of less happier lands,—This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
out of pubs, cafes, fast food eateries and other nefarious dens of iniquity, then it is exactly this slapdash approach to customer service and quality that will do so. Those of any note will forego the overpriced, overcooked slop and will instead seek out good, wholesome food and alcoholic refreshment to sate their urges. We don’t want every bar, café and restaurant giving out 5 star service – we need to be reminded of that which is “simply not good enough” on a daily basis if we are to maintain the standards which keep Britannia ruling the waves.
Johnny Foreigner can do as he or she pleases to allow their barbaric hordes to lapse into the soporific blanket of luxury, choice, quality – a life of ease and comfort, it will be their downfall. Spare the rod and spoil the public, I say. Let’s keep England dissatisfied, hungry for more, for better ways and means. The great English drive for high standards did not come about because we had it handed to us on a plate, it came about because we were sick of the weather, sick of the feudal kingdom social structures, sick of oppression and the class system – from these fires were forged the indomitable spirit, the same spirit that made epoch-making strides in technology, agriculture, arts, sciences and medicine, the same spirit that roared up in defiance against the dark hordes of the 20th century, the same spirit that saw famine in Ethopia and said “We cannot sit idly by. THIS IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH.”
And do we want this populace to fester in greasy spoons, fast food bars and pubs made luxurious by the better service, better quality, better value and better experience offered to us by our extended brethren overseas? Shall we watch a nation expand about the waistline and decline about the cerebellum as our every wish is granted, our every need catered for and our every whim satisfied? No, THIS WILL NOT DO. So I say hike up the prices, lower the quality, slow the service and condemn those of us who would still forego the opportunity to seek out something better in favour of a life of flaccidity. The Great Briton would never dwell in these cholesterol-sodden pits of iniquity for long enough to succumb to their wares. The Great Briton would take those who would choose to do so by the scruff of the neck, plant their faces up against the glass windows of the local booze and grease pits and scream with the passion of righteous indignation "IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT? IS THIS THE BEST YOU CAN DO?".
So, I say hike up the prices, lower the quality, slow down the service and slap the faces of those who would seek to be wrapped in the soul-sapping blankets of luxury and satisfaction. This country should be happy, but never satisfied.
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,This other Eden, demi-paradise,This fortress built by Nature for herselfAgainst infection and the hand of war,This happy breed of men, this little world,This precious stone set in the silver sea,Which serves it in the office of a wallOr as a moat defensive to a house,Against the envy of less happier lands,—This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
out of pubs, cafes, fast food eateries and other nefarious dens of iniquity, then it is exactly this slapdash approach to customer service and quality that will do so. Those of any note will forego the overpriced, overcooked slop and will instead seek out good, wholesome food and alcoholic refreshment to sate their urges. We don’t want every bar, café and restaurant giving out 5 star service – we need to be reminded of that which is “simply not good enough” on a daily basis if we are to maintain the standards which keep Britannia ruling the waves.
Johnny Foreigner can do as he or she pleases to allow their barbaric hordes to lapse into the soporific blanket of luxury, choice, quality – a life of ease and comfort, it will be their downfall. Spare the rod and spoil the public, I say. Let’s keep England dissatisfied, hungry for more, for better ways and means. The great English drive for high standards did not come about because we had it handed to us on a plate, it came about because we were sick of the weather, sick of the feudal kingdom social structures, sick of oppression and the class system – from these fires were forged the indomitable spirit, the same spirit that made epoch-making strides in technology, agriculture, arts, sciences and medicine, the same spirit that roared up in defiance against the dark hordes of the 20th century, the same spirit that saw famine in Ethopia and said “We cannot sit idly by. THIS IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH.”
And do we want this populace to fester in greasy spoons, fast food bars and pubs made luxurious by the better service, better quality, better value and better experience offered to us by our extended brethren overseas? Shall we watch a nation expand about the waistline and decline about the cerebellum as our every wish is granted, our every need catered for and our every whim satisfied? No, THIS WILL NOT DO. So I say hike up the prices, lower the quality, slow the service and condemn those of us who would still forego the opportunity to seek out something better in favour of a life of flaccidity. The Great Briton would never dwell in these cholesterol-sodden pits of iniquity for long enough to succumb to their wares. The Great Briton would take those who would choose to do so by the scruff of the neck, plant their faces up against the glass windows of the local booze and grease pits and scream with the passion of righteous indignation "IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT? IS THIS THE BEST YOU CAN DO?".
So, I say hike up the prices, lower the quality, slow down the service and slap the faces of those who would seek to be wrapped in the soul-sapping blankets of luxury and satisfaction. This country should be happy, but never satisfied.
# posted by AK @ 16:34 
