What better example could there be of the creeping cancer that
is
Heritage Britain? The gratuitous
Olde Worlde
spelling tells you everything you need to
know.
You are a tourist mark. Culture only exists as a means to
sell scones with clotted cream.
"Historic Visitor Attractions" like Stratford
(Shakespeare)
or Howarth (Charlotte and Emily Bronte)
are drowning in a sea of tea shops. There are some streets that only
contain tea shops. OK, that's not quite true, I was forgetting
the gifte shoppes.
These tea shops represent the idea that Britain is finished,
that all we can do is milk the last drops of the past. They embody
defeat, bitterness, despair.
Olde English Tea Shoppes make me want to emigrate.