It's unfortunate that this one got buried under the other Thursday post so quickly, as it is a particularly awesome exemplar of the British boring postcard.
Ha. I spent my childhood holidays here. In the spring mornings it used to get major fog. My three cousins and I would run up and down the fog towards the sea with my oldest cousin screaming that we wee near the edge of the cliff and not to move. Yeah he was a complete little bastard. I can see the One man's meat is another man's poison. Anywhere is boring, very especially if the people around you are boring.
Voting in the Infinite Art Tournament? Awesome. And, please be aware that purely anonymous votes are not counted. You don't need to log in or use your real name, but you must identify yourself in some fashion for your vote to count.
Why are they pink and blue? Where in the UK is Whitby? Is this sort of an elephant's graveyard for RV's? So many things to ponder....
ReplyDeleteIt's unfortunate that this one got buried under the other Thursday post so quickly, as it is a particularly awesome exemplar of the British boring postcard.
ReplyDeleteHa. I spent my childhood holidays here. In the spring mornings it used to get major fog. My three cousins and I would run up and down the fog towards the sea with my oldest cousin screaming that we wee near the edge of the cliff and not to move. Yeah he was a complete little bastard. I can see the One man's meat is another man's poison. Anywhere is boring, very especially if the people around you are boring.
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