whisht

Well, I grew up here in the 70’s-80’s.

it was a boring shithole then. Now there is a cineplex (for years there was nothing) a shopping/ boozing park (is it legal to have private security guards at a railway station? even on a Friday/ Saturday night??) more houses, even more prams and still 99.9% white. not that I care about race but c’mon – diversity is a wonderful thing (he says from the heart of London).

sigh…

if you are that curious about it, get a train from London to Newcastle or York or somewhere. If you’re lucky you’ll get to go through it at the appropriate speed. If it stops then just keep a hold on your belongings.

Well, I visited here years ago (friends lived nearby) and the town was very ‘quaint’. Lots of “antique” stores selling 19th americana. I have vague memories of lots of lace.

One thing I did do (why..?) was go into a bakery and get their pecan pie. For some reason I told the lovely girl there that their pie was “famous” and that it had appeared in a guide book. I bought 2 pieces.

complete flannel from me but the pie was delicious and both pieces were very large.

If you ever go I suggest also remarking on this as it was a spontaneous fib by me but made her very happy, and that don’t happen every day. And now, my fib is kinda true….