I don’t need to explain why this idea is ridiculous as Deogolwulf has done so, better than I could, here.
Now that George Monbiot’s grip on reality has been revealed – even by Grauniad standards – to be tenuous, could someone please set him up with a quiet ward on which to learn macramé?
I rather like Romania; went in 1975 (I was 22, pretty broke, and wanted a holiday. Romania was incomparably cheap).…








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