Yeah it really does sound a beautiful place, they keep asking us to meet them there and then stay at theirs for a while in Perth, but unfortunately you need to have the money to do that. Good news today though, I've just had an interview that went really well, I'm fairly confident that I'll be starting work soon, then I'll have the money but not the time Either way swf, when we do eventually get out there we'll have to meet up for a beer
Cambridge, definitely. Oxford, less so. Full of ***s. One of the prettiest cities anywhere is San Diego ... flowers everywhere, throughout the year. Excellent eateries, decent beach, good shopping. And most of all, the weather (apart from the "June gloom").
Both parks are brilliant and travelling the Icefields Parkway which connects them is to experience one of Canada's national treasures and one of the most spectacular journeys in the world. The road stretches 232km (144mi.) through the heart of the Rockies and offers spectacular views and access to a vast wilderness of mountain lakes, ancient glaciers and broad sweeping valleys. Having done it, I would recommend this journey to anyone visiting the area and to enjoy it the most, start early in the day to avoid heavy traffic and ideally, have someone else drive so you can enjoy all of the views.
I lived just up the road from Sluff for a while and used to do my grocery shopping at the big Tesco there. The area's a perfect example of why you should take most talk of how good or bad a whole area is with a pinch of salt. Some of Slough is indeed pretty grim, but not all of it and the somewhat nicer Windsor Castle still has a Slough postcode. I've been to Bath a few times and the first time I went I was followed around for a while after coming out of the public loos with the blue lights in and the used syringes demonstrating why they were needed (but didn't work). I genuinely think that if I wasn't reasonably streetwise from coming from Hull I would have been mugged for drug money. It was horrible. But I've been back since and got shown around by a local and thought it was lovely. It can literally be street to street what's good or bad.
I appreciate the points you make Gully, but, to me, today (which is surely what this is all about?), Cornwall feels less foreign to me than the likes of The Neths or Denmark. I just like places in England more than places overseas, at least partly because I just can't be arsed with the whole going abroad pulaver.
I had about 4 years working 3 days a week in Luton. It was a great place to work because of the diversity of the people working there. My staff were a Nigerian a Ghanaian and a Bagledeshi muslim. Also employed were several Poles a Zimbabwean, several Indians of different religions and a Jamacian. There were also a few brits. We had brilliant conversations about religion food and sex. The rest of my time was at site in Oxon which was a incredible contrast mainly white with a variety of europeans. Luton is a dump but you did not need to go far to find some very classy places such as Harpenden where Motty lives.
For what must be for more years than I can remember I have spent a night out in the pubs in town as a former work colleague of mine left work to start a new job. I do not know the pub scene in Hull these days and to be honest its not my scene anymore, age and all that but my oh my I found out a little of the world of night life in the city centre these days. Starting off in Admiral Of The Humber it was its usual busy self but then the wheels came off for me, Diva's (King Eddies of old?) I was starting to feel out of my depth but persevered, Ebenezer Morley's, now this place was well done out with seating and a good atmosphere so not bad but then a different world in a pub with a different name to what I remember, Bottoms Up, (formerly White Horse?). I'm sorry but I'm too old for this lark, drag artists miming to Tina Turner in dark and dismal surroundings but I was with a group of friends so that made a little more acceptable but I'm not sure my limited experience of a night out on the town in 2015 bodes well with the City Of Culture tag, but maybe its me that's behind the times, and for once I'm glad of it too.
That picture of Britt half way through... she was stunning. There are places I remember All my life, though some have changed Some forever, not for better Some are gone and some remain Oh these places had their moments With lovers and friends, I still recall Some are dead and some are living In my life, I've loved them all. But of all these friends and lovers There is no one, compares with you And these memories lose their meaning When I think of love, as something new Though I know I'll never lose affection For people and things that went before I know I'll often stop and think about them In my life, I've loved you more
To be honest, you picked a ****ty corner of the city to visit. There are loads of great boozers in Hull, with interesting clientele and a great atmosphere. None of the hell-holes you mentioned fall into that category!
Agreed Polly but I didn't pick the venue's I just went with the flow, as I said my experience of nights out on the town these days are minimal if even none existent I accept my era has gone and so its a different place these days. It seems its places like Princes Ave that have stolen the night life away from the city centre these days although I have visited Garbo's, Three John Scott's, Holiday Inn on the Marina these have usually been for meals with my wife not for drinking nights out, but yes I take your point.
My fave record Chazz the lyrics written at an early age by John Lennon and a song I have loved since first hearing it back in the 60's.
I live abroad and let me tell you, it's ruddy awful. Full of foreigners, strange food and tv programmes about knitting, WW2 and sheep. And to make it worse, the city centre is rife with Scots and people from Derby in lairy Paul Smith shirts at the weekend. ESSEX GULL
Great song. The thing about Rod the Mod was that he could spot a great song and make it his own: The one above; Tom Waits' 'Downtown Train'; P.P. Arnold's/Freda Payne's 'First Cut is the Deepest'; In fact, this:
