World Heritage Site At England's Bath Spa. By Uncle Monty.

World Heritage Site At England's Bath Spa
Story and Photos By Uncle Monty

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England's Bath Spa is where I am right now and it also

happens to be the third place that I've visited that is listed

as a World Heritage Site. That has it may be, but what

caught my eye was all the painted pigs and thousands

upon thousands of visiting foreign high school students

that packed the Roman City of Bath like visiting

gladiators of old.

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Pigs of every colour, make, and size adorned all around

the downtown spa. What exactly figures of pigs have to

do with Bath Spa, I simply don't know. They're colourful

for sure and both kidz and adultz seem to love them.

And, those foreign school pupils certainly did as they

crowded around them to be photographed sitting on, or

posing with, one of the metal or wooden made piggies.

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The Elaborate Door of Bath Abbey

What a door? The one at Bath Abbey (shown

above) is elaborately carved with regal and

knightly shields in heraldic relief. I didn't go

inside the ancient abbey for it was too crowded

for me to enjoy. But without the abbey, Bath

wouldn't be the world heritage site that it is.
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A Flowering Piggy, Indeed.

I counted at least 14 different piggies, here

and there, from metal to wooden and even,

as shown above, made of pink flowers. By

the time I got thru with visiting Bath Spa, all

that seemed to come to my mind was all those

piggies and foreign high school students I saw.

Not to mention all those gangs of local immigrant

kidz choking and blocking the side walks
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Gangs of Bath's immigrant kidz.

Aside from all those masses of visiting foreign

students, Bath is full, it seems, of gangs of modern

immigrant kidz ( shown above) that I saw and photo-

graphed carousing and "shooting the breeze" on and

around the Roman streets. Most of them are out of

school for the summer holidays and that's when

trouble starts with such loose-end kidz that hang

about without any adult supervision or parents

present to ensure they don't cause any probelms.

There aren't any youth curfews I guess, so they're

around at all hours of the day and night. Bath typifies

England's modern society of broken kidz in our

broken society and its "anything goes" mentality.

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England's Classic Bath Spa.

On the surface, all is calm at England's

Classic Bath Spa. But beneath the surface,

I sensed a rage of disquiet among the

generations I spoke with. At the Bartlett

Street Antiques Centre, I witnessed first hand

the rage of its owner, who ordered me out of his

shop for simply asking for a quid off the price

of his £16.00 priced old military medal. Totally

callous and arbitary was he. And, an English

swine, too. Avoid the place like lightening or

you could also find yourself at the seething

rage of such a nasty Bath character who is

a law unto himself or so he thinks.
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When Bath Was Truly Roman

The words "Bath" and "Roman" go together

like peaches and cream at this World Heritage

Site. So it was fun to see the life-size mannequin

of a Roman soldier at the photographic shop

I visited for camera film and new batteries.
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Bath Piggy In The Park, too ...

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Yes, it's also piggy with Uncle Monty

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A Bath, Anyone?

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More like Dixie, than Bath ...

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Almost every tourist town or spot

of any size in the UK thesedays have local

weekend gigs galore or rock music wannabes

playing on the streets at downtown or near the

impersonal shopping malls. Most of the groups

are pretty amateurish, frankly. Here at Bath,

I saw some local band members (shown above)

that looked more like Dixie Rednecks than classy

Roman Bath. England has become obsessed

over the past couple of decades with festivals

of every conceivable type from the once grass-

rooted Glastonbury to the nationalistic Red, White

and Blue Festival of the British National Party

(BNP). It seems that if an event is suddenly

called a "festival," it must somehow then be

good even though it may be absolute rubbish

from beginning to end.

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Here's one more piggy at Bath Spa

It wasn't my first intention to write about all the
Bath piggies I saw nor the gangz of youth, but
rather to write more about the historic buildings
-- like St. John The Baptist Hospital of 1147 --
and its ancient Roman history. But that wasn't to be
after seeing Bath for the first time with my own eyes
and realising that although it's a listed world heritage
site it is above all else a modern British city that brings
loud cop cars roaring down the Saturday crowded
streets and the infernal giddy shoppers with their
big bagz full of modern and pricey junk from the
materialistic malls for them to take back home.
Such then is today's Bath and much of modern
England. But, no thankz ...
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Best regards, Uncle Monty.
+Eve of the 8th Sunday after Trinty, 2oo8.
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