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Because the first time I read it has cowflop dick..
In Norfolk, where I grew up, this was quite a common affliction amongst certain folk...
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Because the first time I read it has cowflop dick..
Here's what I wrote about that part of the world in 'The Inheritance', published in Hypnos magazine recently:The Fens and the North Norfolk coast (my part) can indeed be melancholic, especially from this time of year onwards. Suffolk less so. Always thought Suffolk was a softer county, in a nice way. Folk would retire to my neck of the woods from the industrial Midlands, expecting paradise, and only find despair. Quite a few suicides each year from incomers.
That was a good story, of yours. Is that where we're talking about? I see, now...Here's what I wrote about that part of the world in 'The Inheritance', published in Hypnos magazine recently:
"...Yes, the Fens; deathly dull flatlands that go on forever. Stand here, by Jack’s house, and look East: there’s nothing higher than the sea’s swell between here and Holland. In the old days, this place would have been packed full of the Dutch, showing us how to steal good earth back from the marauding waters. Today you’d be lucky to see another human being. Maybe a couple of pikeys setting dogs on hares; or a half-daft farmer. And you’d have to be half-daft, or worse, to live out here. There is nothing. Just nothing but grass and stunted trees and the cold, cold wind. It blows straight in from the Arctic, they say, stopping only to chill and whip the North Sea into green and white. And it doesn’t stop. I can hear it now, not strong, nor wild; just insistent and incessant. It nags at me, making doors creak and curtains tremble; it comes down the chimney and croons at me from the blackened fireplace..."
But the narrator's views are not necessarily my own...there's a lot about East Anglia that I like.
Go ahead @Jason Byrne , pitch your temper tantrum...lol
More like both!!Either a prank or a very dense person.
I hope the eulogy went OK, at least as well as these things can go...I 'see' probably not a prank. Poor boy. I once rang an agent, 15 years or so ago and got totally shredded. Juri Gabriel.
The East Anglia Tourist Board really missed out the day you decided on a different career path...!The Fens and the North Norfolk coast (my part) can indeed be melancholic, especially from this time of year onwards. Suffolk less so. Always thought Suffolk was a softer county, in a nice way. Folk would retire to my neck of the woods from the industrial Midlands, expecting paradise, and only find despair. Quite a few suicides each year from incomers.
The East Anglia Tourist Board really missed out the day you decided on a different career path...!
What IS it with you lot. Food, lots of food, fast food. and drink (to paraphrase The Rutles).
Now there is a film worth watching: The Rutles. A fine example of English whimsical humour and a loving pastiche of the Beatles.
Um, Deadpool isn't cool enough to be related to the Dark Knight.Wait. Jason and Nicole...are you two related? I see a family resemblance...
Augh...Um, Deadpool isn't cool enough to be related to the Dark Knight.
Okay — the best ever.
Speaking of which — Marc Joan, are you in fact Mark Rothko, still living and in disguise?
I knew it...Damn! Exposed at last!