I read today about a woman who had named her daughters Blanche and Scarlet. If only I had thought of that all those years ago. I assumed she was a Saints supporter but who knows?
In the week I had to accompany the very lovely Mrs Godders on a shopping trip to Salisbury in whitest Wiltshire not far from anaemic Andover and just north of whey faced Winchester where the only black person you see is a nurse and as you can guess, my toleration for woman and shopping being very low, I decided to go into the nearest pub and have a glass of scotch. Stood at the bar was a big guy with a tee shirt on the back of which was written in capital letters "Gunners". I decided to strike up a conversation as is my want so I asked him what he thought of Wenger's contract being extended. He turned round and I could see a field gun badge on the front of his shirt as he said "You what?" . So I repeated my question to which he replied "I ain't got a clue what the **** you're on about mate". So I said I assumed he was an Arsenal fan to which he replied "You are joking aren't you? I am in the Royal Artillery". I had forgotten that I was in the heart of British Army country.
Once you leave the clay and gravel beds of the Solent region and enter downland Hampshire it isn't only the chalk that is exclusively white.
In the week I had to accompany the very lovely Mrs Godders on a shopping trip to Salisbury in whitest Wiltshire not far from anaemic Andover and just north of whey faced Winchester where the only black person you see is a nurse and as you can guess, my toleration for woman and shopping being very low, I decided to go into the nearest pub and have a glass of scotch. Stood at the bar was a big guy with a tee shirt on the back of which was written in capital letters "Gunners". I decided to strike up a conversation as is my want so I asked him what he thought of Wenger's contract being extended. He turned round and I could see a field gun badge on the front of his shirt as he said "You what?" . So I repeated my question to which he replied "I ain't got a clue what the **** you're on about mate". So I said I assumed he was an Arsenal fan to which he replied "You are joking aren't you? I am in the Royal Artillery". I had forgotten that I was in the heart of British Army country.
Once you leave the clay and gravel beds of the Solent region and enter downland Hampshire it isn't only the chalk that is exclusively white.
Why does that not surprise me?