My village has a lot of successful entrepreneurs, but even more degenerates. I was talking to my neighbour, this afternoon, about the Shooting in my village last Sunday night. It didn't take Stephen Hawking to figure out that the shooting was drug-related. But I found out that it was a young woman, I know, whose Grandfather - and Aunt - ran the local Chippy. But her Mum is pure Jeremy Kyle material; even more so, after what my neighbour said today.
It makes me appreciate, even more, buying the bungalow I did. I'm away from the madness. But there was an issue with the previous tenant. (too sensitive to mention here) But I know that I'm blessed.
The abandonment of our old religious practices, and sense of duty, created a mini Gotham City.