You ain't seen nothing kid. Where I was born and brought up was voted the worst town in Britain! (Middlesbrough in the north-east of England.) Funny thing is, I don't resent the place and have quite fond memories of the people (friendly and bullshit-free), but I can't see me ever leaving London for anywhere except maybe New York, Berlin, Paris, Tokyo, . . . some metropolis. Perhaps I've just been corrupted.
http://tinyurl.com/mywrn4 http://tinyurl.com/mywrn4 ---In fairfieldlife@yahoogroups.com, <punditster@...> wrote: Being a military brat, I've lived in some great places, and some places that sucked. One time I got stuck for a year in Valdosta, Georgia; another time I got stuck up in Lubbock, Texas. So, when we recently visited this place it reminded me of one of the towns I've lived in that sucked - back when I was seventeen. In this town there is a store called Dan's and a cafe called Pancho's. Go figure. When Rita and I were at Pancho's last weekend, we saw four guys sitting at a table, three dressed in plaid shirts, one wearing a cowboy hat, eating Tex-mex food and drinking beer from bottles. Now that's classy! Can't even get a date on Saturday night! That's because in places that suck, there are no unmarried women to date, and if there were, there's no place to go. LoL!
