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Retirement Destinations?

Plus the ever-present Goth hazard.

Any and every opportunity:

With Goth On Our Side
Well my name it is Dai Young
I’m the King of Welsh Goth
The village I come from
Is near Abersoch
I was brought up on Bauhaus
And black bedroom walls
And I had my first Snakebite
When I was in halls

Now the graveyard is calling
The sky’s getting greyer
I’ll drink the warm blood of
The Borough Surveyor
And I’ll murder the verger
I’ve seen how he gawps
And I’ll write on his headstone:
“Here lies Jones the Corpse”

Now my overweight girlfriend
She sits and she crimps
Her mother’s convinced she’s
Communing with imps
Her brother’s alright though
He’s a good lad is Wilf
‘Cos he’s into Placebo
And Cradle Of Filth

At my gig up in Butlins
The Redcoats complained
They tried to remove me
The bottles they rained
But for the first time in history
I didn’t run and hide
And the scousers in shellsuits
Had goths on their side

Now this land of my fathers
It don’t suit my needs
I’d rather be some place
Like Bradford or Leeds
Where the Gipton teenagers
Could meet in my shed
For advice on mascara
And all things undead

Now my left index finger
Is nine inches long
It’s hovering over
A world that’s gone wrong
Ask me to Prestatyn
And that’s what I’ll do
And we’ll all die together
And Dylan can’t sue
 
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As a person of Welsh origin who has never come across that I have to say that’s absolutely brilliant and I now need to know where it’s from.
 
I have friends planning to head for Bali and others looking at Portugal, Any suggestions for places you can retire to with nice climate and cheap cost of living, but still reasonable broadband?


I retired nearly 10 years ago ... to the town where I last worked - the same house even ;)

Have often wondered though how it would be to experience dementia in a different language ....
 
Were you mingling exclusively with hedge fund managers and venture capitalists :)?

There are 10 odd million people living within the boundaries on NY City and that many again in the greater NY metro area , the vast majority of whom, IME, have pretty normal personalities and are quite helpful to strangers.

I visited NYC for a couple of weeks back in the late 70s when it was going through what is often called 'a difficult time'.

I was warned to be very careful - violence was apparently spiralling out of control, muggings were certain to befall me and I should get used to people being rude to me to my face.
My actual experience was a hoot; being quite young then I spent a lot of time getting drunk and wandering the 'mean streets' at ungodly hours of the morning without a clue how to get back to where I was staying.

The only real problem I had was getting understood by the very helpful people I encountered when I asked the way - seems the Yorkshire accent threw their understanding of spoken English out the window .... o_O
 
In Malaysia, hiring live in Filipino (English speaking) carers for dementia cases has been an option for some of my relatives, actually much cheaper than a care home would be in the UK
 
The New Forest is perfect for retirement. House prices cheaper than the city, the scenery is rather loverly, the terrain reasonably flat for those with dodgy knees

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and some very nice pubs

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Yesterday was a Folk event at the pub and I had the pleasure of being sat on the same table as a guitar, harmonica and a fiddle player knocking out a few tunes, quite magical.
 
The New Forest is perfect for retirement. House prices cheaper than the city, the scenery is rather loverly, the terrain reasonably flat for those with dodgy knees

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and some very nice pubs

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Yesterday was a Folk event at the pub and I had the pleasure of being sat on the same table as a guitar, harmonica and a fiddle player knocking out a few tunes, quite magical.
The Doggo seems to like it. What were they drinking?
 
I visited NYC for a couple of weeks back in the late 70s when it was going through what is often called 'a difficult time'.

I was warned to be very careful - violence was apparently spiralling out of control, muggings were certain to befall me and I should get used to people being rude to me to my face.
My actual experience was a hoot; being quite young then I spent a lot of time getting drunk and wandering the 'mean streets' at ungodly hours of the morning without a clue how to get back to where I was staying.

The only real problem I had was getting understood by the very helpful people I encountered when I asked the way - seems the Yorkshire accent threw their understanding of spoken English out the window .... o_O
Surprised that I didn't bump into you! Even walked through Central Park at 3 am!
 


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