Funny how certain immigrants are acceptable, Poles, Romanians etc but what we REALLY mean by immigrants are the Somalians, Syrians, Afghans etc. When your daughter marries a second generation Pole your grandchildren will still be honkies but if she gets knocked up by a Tribesman you'll have coffee coloured grandkids by the score (to paraphrase the great Marvin Gaye). The waitress at the local Costa is probably from Europe, the builders doing your extension are probably from Europe, the blokes cleaning your car are probably from Europe. Low paid, often low skilled jobs undertaken by people who are not afraid of hard work. How many of these are included in the 300,000 migrants mentioned previously? A large sum I would suggest. It's pointless blaming the previous Labour government for immigration, they didn't "let them all in" rather the EU welcomed more member states who were fully and legally entitled to enter Britain looking for work. So many countries around the world have a lower standard of living that us so is it any wonder people want to come here? As far as I am concerned if they want to work then let them in. I do fall on the side of those who are sick and tired of scroungers turning up for a free house, free schools, free health care and free hand-outs with zero intention to put in a decent shift and spend their lives breeding like rabbits. Let us also not forget that we have our own home grown scroungers who do the exact same thing but they will hang a St George flag out of their window and be the first to call for foreigners to be banned so that their way of life is not impacted.
I've never got that with our home grown scroungers. They should be delighted to see the level of immigration rise. Maybe there's a secret scroungers code and they are all having a jolly good laugh, at our expense as they roll up some more hippie lettuce in Lidl budget skins.
I don't think living on benefits is much fun to be honest. I did it for 2 months £70 week doesn't get you many jollies.
Nowadays no. I did over a year back in the 80's it was ace. A mate of mine applied for a grant for carpets, chairs etc; and the day before they came, stashed all his good stuff up in the attic and made a fortune. We were all at it, I remember walking down to the Nash and you'd meet friends, who'd already signed on PI, on their way to the PO, who'd tell you what grants to ask for and what you could get. Then we'd all meet up in the pub next door to the Post office and get ****faced on Billy Whizz washed down with Cider and Blackcurrant.
I can't, it's too expensive to live there anymore. Except Bognor and I'm not living in that ****hole again.
You would think Mother Theresa came back to life, cured cancer, then died again swimming the Mediterranean with a thousand wounded Syrian children on her back. I'd never heard of this MP.
In fairness there are 650 of them (649 now) and they are mostly non-descript suited types you wouldn't know if you bumped into them. Or bumped them off.
