A great post about our beloved English countryside and some very odd people. Dave Farmer takes us on a colourful and hilarious tour of his neck of the woods, which is about 100 miles due North of my neck of the woods.
Dave is booked as my guest storyteller for June, so you’ll get a chance to hear more from him then. Meanwhile, hope you enjoy what he has to say here.
There’s no denying towns and cities have their share of the weird people and places, but I believe if you want a full dose of strangeness the countryside is the place to go.
Many years ago I read a short yet sincere email in FHM magazine where a European visitor asked a question about London. His most memorable sight upon his first visit to the capital was not Buckingham Palace, Houses of Parliament or Trafalgar Square, but that of a man crouched down on a busy street, trousers around his ankles as he plopped a turd on the pavement.
He wanted to know if that was a normal thing Londoners did.
Personally I’ve not witnessed such an act, and although I find London a fascinating place, I’m glad I don’t live there. It’s noisy and way too garish for my tastes. The local urbanites are rude beyond belief. On every…
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