There are roughly 63 million people living in the UK, and
its area is 243,610 square kilometres. That gives around 3867 square metres –
or just under an acre – per person.
So why is that people choose to live in such uncomfortably close
proximity to one another?
I looked out of the train window yesterday on my journey
from London to Leeds – something I don’t normally bother doing very much – and saw
vast tracts of farmland, derelict land, meadow land. And yet, I used to live in
a flat where we could hear the people upstairs having sex (I can’t remember the
bloke’s name, but his wife was called Unita – which I always remember, because
it’s also the name of an Angolan
paramilitary organisation).
It’s not like all that farmland is being used to grow crops
for people to eat. In fact, god alone knows what farmers do with all those
crops that appear to be just grass. At least in Lincolnshire you can tell what’s
growing in the fields...
Pretty much everything we eat is imported from abroad. If
that wasn’t the case, nobody would make a song and dance about “buying British”.
I’m sure the Canadians don’t pay extra for “Canadian flour” – even if it does
have selenium in it.
As you know, I live in Bradford. The specific bit we live in
is constantly being targeted by the council for more and more housing
developments, despite the glaring inadequacy of local facilities (see ODHSNM
passim). This is in spite of the fact that, within the City of Bradford
Metropolitan District Council’s territory, vis to the west of the city,
there is BUGGER ALL as far as
Halifax.
Obviously the reason is that the bit we live in is very
close to Leeds, which means houses built there can be sold for a lot more than
houses built on a rain-soaked crag 10 miles further west.
I don't want to alarm my neighbours (who have been very understanding to date). But equally, I do - for example - sometimes want to go out into my back garden in my underpants without self-consciousness.
I am English! I demand privacy! Privacy in which I will do
weird things I want to keep secret!
At least now you can walk around in your underpants and ask the Internet to forget it afterwards
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