not much to do in the country side

pragmatic1

44leto wrote: »

OP
Is it the loneliness of it, all the suggestions above are fun, but better when done with other people.

I was on a caravan holiday years ago, but more a baby sitting one, for three desolate weeks in the arsehole of the empire, the unmapped regions. My uncle and auntie went to the pub at night leaving me and my cousin with no tele and a game of fukcen cluedo, we are both total world champion experts at cluedo. I couldn't wait to get back to the big smoke.

But now someday I would like to live in westcork but with-in driving distance of Cork.

I'd say theres a lot more lonely people living in cities than the countryside.

EGAR

mikemac1 wrote: »

Salute everyone
If you're walking you must salute every driver, if you drive you must salute every walker.
It doesn't matter if you don't know them, you just have to salute, that's the rule
If you see a farmer in a field in the tractor you need to give them a big wave

If you don't we'll be talking about you outside Mass and calling ya a snob.

If you drive a tractor then you must give the Nazi salute to everyone as one of my *neighbours* does, get's me every time, I think it's hilarious . I mention it once to him and he said: *The wa..?*

:cool:

mikemac1

Hitler was copying the farmers :cool:

The oh so subtle one finger off the steering wheel salute does not work in the tractor

The bigger the vaaaaay-ick-el, the bigger the wave, that's the rule

ejmaztec

westendgirlie wrote: »

Ah the death notices. Where would we be without them.

Most people in the countryside check those to make sure they're still alive.

redzerologhlen

mikemac1 wrote: »

Hitler was copying the farmers :cool:

The oh so subtle one finger off the steering wheel salute does not work in the tractor

The bigger the vaaaaay-ick-el, the bigger the wave, that's the rule

Or if its someone you know really well you have to flash the beacon and the lights aswell!! The country side is great. The couple of times I stayed in towns I nearly cracked up, too many people for my liking. My nearest neighbour is half a mile away

OneArt

Anywhere can be boring if you're not with the right people.

I live in a pretty normal city, nothing too exciting goes on here, but most of my friends in this country are here so I think it's great. If I moved somewhere like Berlin I would literally know no one and be bored sh!tless.

forfuxsake

Lots of country folk stating the advantage of being able to have blazing rows with their OH.Country people are angry, is it the boredom?

Cú Giobach

It all depends on what your into I guess, I'd be bored out of my mind in a nightclub, I hate shopping for the sake of shopping, watching a film in the cinema with people eating or laughing at things that are not funny drives me nuts, basically lots of those things people say they would miss living in the country don't interest some people. Whether country or urban socialising is the same for me, that is, the pub or peoples houses, and when getting off the head I prefer the country, less negative energy.
Though I could only live on the coast or maybe near a big lake, if I lived inland surrounded by miles of nothing but fields insanity wouldn't be far behind, not being able to get in a boat or have a spliff watching the sunrise/set over the water while sipping cocktails on the veranda.*

When I first moved to where I am now, every morning I felt like I was on holiday and even after settling it still feels like that, how many people can say that about where they live.

Dudess wrote: »

really remote, faraway countryside strikes me as pretty grim in bad weather.

I always found it the opposite, "heavy weather" always depresses me in cities but in the country it seems exhilarating, especially on the coast.


* This could actually be snakebites on a pallet in a field in front of my house?

mattjack

Dudess wrote: »

When you've the weather of course.

I grew up in a country-ish area - "rurban" I guess. Built-up parts with housing estates and amenities, but close to fields and woods too. I found myself spending more time in town (Cork) during the winter - really remote, faraway countryside strikes me as pretty grim in bad weather.

I'm similar,grew in an area close to Dublin near farms,canals etc.

Perfect habitat for gang of kids who'se parents were from Dublin city.

Burned barns,fields of corn/hay ?,robbed every single orchard for miles,swam in the canal,chopped down trees and robbed tyres off farmers for Halloween,terrorised all livestock ..... so in my opinion there's plenty to do in the countryside.

Gordon Gecko

saa wrote: »

Gordon Gecko wrote: »

Dream about being in Dublin!

Then move to Dublin and dream about being back again where everyone knows your name, done that, been there.. what's the next step emigrating?

You make the country sound like "Cheers", it kind of is though when I think about it: Over-rated and intensely boring.

Logical Fallacy

Gordon Gecko wrote: »

You make the country sound like "Cheers", it kind of is though when I think about it: Over-rated and intensely boring.

So it's kind of like Dublin then.

In fairness, i would say 90% of the people who live in Dublin don't actually take advantage of that fact.

Snowie

cena wrote: »

so if you live in the country side and don't drive there really isn't much for you to do if your not into the gaa or drinking.

How do you past time by living in the country

I think you're talking threw your ass..

as a kid i had a bike... that got me to the shops my friends house were ever I needed to go, there where hay barns to go with girls

There was marajuna to smoke, magic mushrooms to pick and sell over a year once they were dry.....


You could go drinking down the field in complete knowledge that no garda or snoopy next door neighbor would appear

country life as a kid was fricken awesome city life aww ye bud what ever, country if your inventive is so much more fun :cool:

JONJO THE MISER

Cant beat living in the country, fresh air, no scumbags walking around, not many houses nearby, make as much noise as you want, go for walks etc etc.

mikemac1

Go look at a field of lambs

It's lambing season

Bring the children, every child loves lambs
Leave the dog at home

Nothingbetter2d

KeithM89 wrote: »

You could count shag sheep??

fyp

Nothingbetter2d

efb wrote: »

internets

eircom hasn't got out there yet.

Dyr

I think you can shoot stuff in the countryside, you could also keep an eye on the neighbours and rally around the roads on your tractor.

Nothingbetter2d

Bambi wrote: »

I think you can shoot stuff in the countryside, you could also keep an eye on the neighbours and rally around the roads on your tractor.

Careful Bambi... remember what happened to your mother?

Dyr

red menace wrote: »

When driving, you must only raise one finger from the top of the steering wheel

Eyebrows should also be set to the elevated position during this maneuver

Dyr

Nothingbetter2d wrote: »

Careful Bambi... remember what happened to your mother?

Remember what happened to your mother? Probably not as you weren't there when we were ridin' her like a tramore pony.

:pac:

working fool

If your in a nice secluded spot
With very basic chemical know how you could startup a diesel laundering plant ?

Nothingbetter2d

Bambi wrote: »

Remember what happened to your mother? Probably not as you weren't there when we were ridin' her like a tramore pony.

:pac:

who the fug

JONJO THE MISER wrote: »

Cant beat living in the country, fresh air, no scumbags walking around, not many houses nearby, make as much noise as you want, go for walks etc etc.

A tongue in cheek translation for ye city folk

Fresh air = Cow ****

No Scumbags around (but we won't mention the man over the hill what nicks sheep, or the OAP down the road what beats his sister black and blue)

Not many houses nearby = We be such rich farmers we did not have to sell any plots to survive (Or this is really the arsehole of the world, and nobody wants to live here

Make as much noise as you like = Nobody can hear us/Nobody notices us just like the homeless in the city

go walks etc etc. + flecking bastardign father what stuck us in the middle of the arse end of a bog and his effign walking.

hooradiation

cena wrote: »

so if you live in the country side and don't drive there really isn't much for you to do if your not into the gaa or drinking.

How do you past time by living in the country

Look, until you've finished your penance for whatever horrible crime has resulted in your exile to the countryside, you're not allowed to do anything but suffer.

Them's the rules.

Batsy

I would love to live in the British countryside, which is the best in the world.

Just imagine it: a boiling hot summers's day in the English countryside. The birds are singing and the bluebells are out. You are strolling along a country lane with fields and flowers on either side, watching the odd squirrel climbing up a tree and the odd colourful songbird landing on a hawthorn bush at the side of the lane. You turn a corner and see a gaggle of geese on their way to slaughter, honking as they walk down the road. Then you arrive at the pretty little village. The village cricket team is playing a neighbouring village's team on the pitch to the left of the road. Some of the spectators are relaxing in the little grandstands transfixed by the game. Some are wearing strawboaters, ties in the MCC colours and sunglasses. Familes are sat on the blankets at the side of the pitch eating jam butties, drinking scrumpy and sunbathing. As you walk further into the village you pass a row of stone cottages with colourful flowers in baskets hanging over their doors. Then you come to the village centre with is large war memorial with wreaths of poppies lay down beneath it. Surrounding it is a large flower bed with the village's name - BLOSSOMBY - spelled out in colourful flowers. To your right stands the village pub, The Three Wheatsheafs, with drinkers drinking English ales such as Pride of England, Jerusalem, Suffolk Springer, King Alfred's and Hobgoblin. You enter the pub and discover it is a quintessential English pub. There are old photographs of the village cricket team on the walls; 100-year-old ale bottles decorating some shelves; old farming equipment like scythes fixed to a wall. In the corner is a troop of hot and sweaty Morris Dancers dressed in all their finery, drinking bitter after entertaining the locals. You walk to the bar, order the pub's best ale, then sit outside in the beer garden, savouring the glorious sunshine.

The countryside boring? No way.

Doc Ruby

Batsy wrote: »

Hobgoblin

That stuff gave me a terrible dose of the clatters the last time I tried it.

hooradiation

Batsy wrote: »

I would love to live in the British countryside, which is the best in the world.

Just imagine it: a boiling hot summers's day in the English countryside. The birds are singing and the bluebells are out. You are strolling along a country lane with fields and flowers on either side, watching the odd squirrel climbing up a tree and the odd colourful songbird landing on a hawthorn bush at the side of the lane. You turn a corner and see a gaggle of geese on their way to slaughter, honking as they walk down the road. Then you arrive at the pretty little village. The village cricket team is playing a neighbouring village's team on the pitch to the left of the road. Some of the spectators are relaxing in the little grandstands transfixed by the game. Some are wearing strawboaters, ties in the MCC colours and sunglasses. Familes are sat on the blankets at the side of the pitch eating jam butties, drinking scrumpy and sunbathing. As you walk further into the village you pass a row of stone cottages with colourful flowers in baskets hanging over their doors. Then you come to the village centre with is large war memorial with wreaths of poppies lay down beneath it. Surrounding it is a large flower bed with the village's name - BLOSSOMBY - spelled out in colourful flowers. To your right stands the village pub, The Three Wheatsheafs, with drinkers drinking English ales such as Pride of England, Jerusalem, Suffolk Springer, King Alfred's and Hobgoblin. You enter the pub and discover it is a quintessential English pub. There are old photographs of the village cricket team on the walls; 100-year-old ale bottles decorating some shelves; old farming equipment like scythes fixed to a wall. In the corner is a troop of hot and sweaty Morris Dancers dressed in all their finery, drinking bitter after entertaining the locals. You walk to the bar, order the pub's best ale, then sit outside in the beer garden, savouring the glorious sunshine.

The countryside boring? No way.

And most importantly, no pesky foreign types.

Batsy

Doc Ruby wrote: »

That stuff gave me a terrible dose of the clatters the last time I tried it.

It's never done that with me. You must have a weak constitution.

Batsy

hooradiation wrote: »

And most importantly, no pesky foreign types.

Thankfully we don't get many of those in the countryside, although there are starting to be a few Asians moving there.

It won't be long before whole English villages, just like many areas of England's towns and cities, become Asian ghettos. When that happens the villages will be ruined and will not be worth living in.

Doc Ruby

Batsy wrote: »

It's never done that with me. You must have a weak constitution.

Maybe that's it. I wouldn't want to have to clean the perfect English jacks in that pub when the night is over though.

Sykk

Walking, hiking, shooting, fishing, socializing, running, gaa, soccer, rugby, swimming, tv, socialize, go out...

Mickey Dazzler

I had always assumed country folk passed the time by raping their live stock.

hooradiation

Batsy wrote: »

Thankfully we don't get many of those in the countryside, although there are starting to be a few Asians moving there.

It won't be long before whole English villages, just like many areas of England's towns and cities, become Asian ghettos. When that happens the villages will be ruined and will not be worth living in.

Oh god no, not them!
Not people who aren't quite like you!
Not the Asians!


This is the worst.
Close down the entire countryside. It's all over.

Gordon Gecko

Batsy wrote: »

Thankfully we don't get many of those in the countryside, although there are starting to be a few Asians moving there.

It won't be long before whole English villages, just like many areas of England's towns and cities, become Asian ghettos. When that happens the villages will be ruined and will not be worth living in.

Oh yes now I remember that favourite country past-time of being racist, guess that puts paid to my assertion that there is nothing to do in the countryside......

who the fug

Gordon Gecko wrote: »

Batsy wrote: »

Thankfully we don't get many of those in the countryside, although there are starting to be a few Asians moving there.

It won't be long before whole English villages, just like many areas of England's towns and cities, become Asian ghettos. When that happens the villages will be ruined and will not be worth living in.

Oh yes now I remember that favourite country past-time of being racist, guess that puts paid to my assertion that there is nothing to do in the countryside......

Not racist just suspicious of people who ain't blood

mikemac1

Batsy wrote: »

Thankfully we don't get many of those in the countryside, although there are starting to be a few Asians moving there.

It won't be long before whole English villages, just like many areas of England's towns and cities, become Asian ghettos. When that happens the villages will be ruined and will not be worth living in.

Sure Bolton's favorite son is Amir Khan

Well he's the only famous person I know from Bolton, he represented your city well

wp_rathead

Gordon Gecko wrote: »

Oh yes now I remember that favourite country past-time of being racist, guess that puts paid to my assertion that there is nothing to do in the countryside......

cause there is no racism in cities

Gordon Gecko

wprathead wrote: »

cause there is no racism in cities

Of course not, the cities are far too full of foreigners and coloured folk! :pac:

holystungun9

Mickey Dazzler wrote: »

I had always assumed country folk passed the time by raping their live stock.

But they were asking for it!