Thom

Nothing to add apart from best of luck mate.

Out of 751 MEP's in the EU parliament the UK elects 73. If you take into account that of those MEPs, 24 (the largest group,) are UKIP MEP's, who do not cooperate with the EU. So in effect we have 49 out of 751 MEP's fighting for the UK. That is "democracy"? I think not.

Some, like me, are returning BECAUSE of the British weather. I love it.

Lovely blog. I run a similar blog to keep friends and family in the UK up to date on what's going on in our life. When I come to retire back to Blighty, (approx 4 years time,) I may share it here too.

Nope.

Thanks for your thoughts guys and gals! [h=1]Check if you're a British citizen[/h] Start again [h=3]1When were you born?[/h]Before 1 January 1983 Change this answer [h=3]2Were you born in the UK or a qualifying territory?[/h]Yes Change this answer [h=2]In most cases you’re a British citizen[/h] There are only 2 cases when you won’t be a British citizen: your father was a diplomat working for a non-UK country your father was ‘an enemy alien in occupation’ - this only applies to people born in the Channel Islands during World War 2

Stupid question you may think. My wife was born in Cardiff, to a Kiwi and an Aussie, who were working there at the time. Although she is an Aussie citizen, she has a British birth certificate. Can she apply for British citizenship?

I say it is a "win all round", you say "god forbid"? I was expressing pleasure that Corbyn was sticking to his principles, so why "god forbid" he should do so?

Wages are very low in Cornwall .

Interesting comment. No relation to anything I said, but interesting.

Win all round then. :-)

Ok, that says more about you than it does me.

Well it is a burning issue of the day, and I am a bit of a political junkie, so I tend to comment. I still find your NF comment rather insulting, would you care to retract it?

LOL!! Well I find that insulting to be honest with you. What have I said about Muslims and immigration to give you this view of me? Please quote me. I changed my politics during the Bliar debacle. The more I looked at what I valued in life, and in politics, the more it seemed the Labour party had moved away from me and my working class roots. I found, to my surprise, that many working class people were now shunning Labour as it had become middle class dominated, yet uncaring about the WORKING man and woman, and fixated with minorities and dole claimants. Corbyn may have some ideas that fit with my 1970's socialism and ideals, but they are not appropriate for 2016.

I was a Labour party member from 1978 to 2002, I was a union member from 1975 to 2003, I was a shop steward from 1986 to 2003. A) Delilah is only a bloody song. B) There is no political import to it. C) She wasn't a "sex worker". D) This sort of nanny statism needs to be curbed

Whoops!! For "the partner of her daughter," read "the father of her daughter". :-)

Some interesting perspectives, can I add mine, it may be a bit unusual. I was living in Cornwall, Land's End, single and with no intentions of leaving the area as I loved it, (I was 41.) I started conversing online, through a forum not dissimilar to this in format, but one dedicated to philosophy, a woman in Australia. We grew to develop an affection for each other, even though she was living with someone, the partner of her daughter, (I'd never wanted kids and had avoided them like the plague.) Over two years we built a serious relationship, via email, webchats and instant messenger, as a consequence of this she left her partner. She came to Land's End for 3 weeks, I came to Aus for three weeks, and after six weeks (very) physically together, we got married. We agreed that it would be terribly unfair to deprive her daughter of contact with her father, and so I had to move to Aus, (even though I think the man a complete tw@t.) I've been here for 14 years now, and although I like and respect the country, my heart remains in Cornwall. We've returned to the UK for a holiday, every two years since I moved here. Our daughter, ( I consider her as much mine as his,) turned 21 this month, I hope to retire in 4 years time, we've agreed to move back o Cornwall then. Luckily I rented my house out when I emigrated eh? That's my story, Thom PS. us in Cornwall in Nov 2015

Could this be the last nail in the coffin for Labour?

None.

I got out of the Labour party as it abandoned it's core vote. It stopped being the party of the WORKING man and woman, and became a party dominated by the middle class. It also developed an unhealthy obsession with minorities, gender politics, race, dole claimants, and basically anyone other than the working man and woman of the UK.

There have been hundreds of popular tunes about murder, it doesn't mean that a single damn one of them has ever led to any incident. They call me 'The Wild Rose' But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me it, I do not know For my name was Elisa Day From the first day I saw her, I knew she was the one She stared in my eyes and smiled For her lips were the color of the roses That grew down the river, all bloody and wild When he knocked on my door and entered the room My trembling subsided in his sure embrace He would be my first man and with a careful hand He wiped at the tears that ran down my face They call me 'The Wild Rose' But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me that, I do not know For my name was Elisa Day On the second day, I brought her a flower She was more beautiful than any woman I've seen I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow So sweet and scarlet and free?" On the second day, he came with a single red rose He said, "Give me your loss and your sorrow" I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed "If I show you the roses, will you follow?" They call me 'The Wild Rose' But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me that, I do not know For my name was Elisa Day On the third day, he took me to the river He showed me the roses and we kissed And the last thing I heard was a muttered word As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist On the last day, I took her where the wild roses grow She lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die" And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth They call me 'The Wild Rose' But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me it, I do not know For my name was Elisa Day My name was Elisa Day For my name was Elisa Day

Another reason I left the Labour party This man voted to bomb Syria, but is wanting this song banned in case it "incites violence"? The hypocrisy is strong in this one...

Can I ask how you manage your Australian pensions from overseas? I think we may end up doing that.

Some great news...

Despite being Welsh, I don't want to move back to Wales either. My Aussie wife wants to, but I do not. We'll settle in Cornwall.