There's a lot of gubbins floating around from civic boosters these days. You know the sort, the chaps and chappesses who bellow about how wonderful their wee town is and how it is poised to make the leap into the future by becoming "a hub in the knowledge economy with a fully integrated workforce possessing 21st century skills", even if their burg has contented itself with nothing more than the manufacture of broom handles and unwed mothers for the past thirty years. Not that there is anything wrong with a little civic pride and not everybody can be British and reflexively hate the place they live. But even so, it is refreshing to discover that one of the residents of the English Black Country town of Walsall has taken the time to build this rather ambivalent site about his or her home town:
It has a nice bit about how friendly everyone is, an in-depth review of area kebab restaurants, and a cracking section all about tramps and hoboes. Highly recommended.
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The only Norwich game Frau Random Doubt has ever attended was in 2001. Norwich 0-0 Walsall. It was a cold December afternoon. Memorable.
That's nice. I like it when you see one word in a post and riff on it. "Walsall. That'll be good. How can I link that to my life?" It shows you are centered, which is an admirable trait.
I cannot sufficiently thank you for providing this link.
But that's what i do. I'm famous for it. I wasn't aware that I needed to run these things by you first. Anyway, I read the post, it was about Walsall. You had Walsall in the title and then you linked to a site about, wait for it? Walsall.
Apart from the boyfriend of a college chum being a Walsall fan that's about all I've got.
Fair enough. But you could have followed the Dennis Thatcher maxim.
I try not to follow too many Thatcher maxims,apart from the one about stiff G n'Ts.
If anyone else wants to know which one, let me know.
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