We get around, us Brits, don't we. According to the BBC, one in ten British citizens lives outside of the UK; which means me, too. They've got a very interesting statistical map on their website, showing where expatriate Brits are living; unsurprisingly the winners are Australia and Spain (remember that show Eldorado? with Pilar and Marcus Tandy, "Mar-coos, Mar-coos", awful old wrinkly Trish with her handbag dog and that ugly lad with the big nose and ridiculous ponytail; no, I never saw it) followed by the US and Canada. It's pretty impressive stats, actually. You can look up how mnay Brits live in each country worldwide, including ratio of men to women and how many pensioners live there; Monaco threw up a puzzle - out of 320 Brits living there, 321 are pensioners...that's some dodgy odds if you ask me). I noticed that British immigrants to the Scandinavian and Baltic countries - home to many tall, blonde women - tended to be men rather than women (64% to 36% in Denmark, 66% to 34% in Sweden, 79% to 21% in Finland), while women preferred the warmer and more romantic climate of Greece (60% women to 40% men), though its unclear what effect that Shirley Valentine film has these days. I love some of the triviality of some of it though. There are three British pensioners living in Moldova. Who they are is uncertain, but I think I want to meet them; did their families cart them off there telling them it was 'Dover'. "Where's the White Cliffs then?" Maybe they are the Compo, Cleggy and Foggy of Moldova, always getting into japes, chasing old age soviet-era Moldovan babushkas about, warding off vampires with Kendall Mint Cake, rolling down Transdniestran hills in tin baths, that sort of thing. Now there's an idea for a sitcom - three old northerners living out in the wilds of Moldova. That'll probably be me, one day. We get around, us Brits.
i'm an alien, i'm a legal alien
11.12.06 08:28
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