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Ireland?" "Small wet place across the Irish Sea," Barry offered kindly. "Where they drink a lot?" Lisa said faintly. "And they never stop talking. That's the place.
I'm a hard-mouthed northeastern lad. That's me - the Eminem of Northeast England.
coming to Hollyhill to visit my
Oxford; where you read with your lover, drink with your tutor and sleep with your books
Headquarters in the Saddle.
No," I said, louder this time. "I mean asscrown. The crown on top of the asshat that covers the asshole of the assclown. The very zenith in the hierarchy of asses," I said, as though reading from a dictionary of modern profanity.
What abandoned course is that?
on the outskirts of Johnson
What a grand, higgledy-piggledy, sensible old place Norwich is!
hill. We took the trucks there, pulled out the
Palace of Crystal
The Aravaipa village near Camp Grant. Although Camp
White Hart Lane was always a place where I felt I belonged.
The world surely has not another place like Oxford; it is a despair to see such a place and ever to leave it, for it would take a lifetime and more than one to comprehend and enjoy it satisfactorily.
Alfriston is a compact village set around a rather traffic-weary High Street, mainly of old, timbered buildings. The principal sights lie to the east on the river side.
with thick stone walls and high, slitted
I like English parks.
Sugartown Sugartown Sugartown Sugartown.
Ireland, Ireland. That cloud in the west, that coming storm.
town. In the back of his
Oakmont possesses all the charm of a sock to the head.
West of Arkham the hills rise wild, and there are valleys with deep woods that no axe has ever cut.
Scotland: That garret of the earth - that knuckle-end of England - that land of Calvin, oatcakes, and sulfur.
English people are so not asshats! I'm going to move there. William Blake was English.
Oh, to be in England, now that England's gone. This World Service, this little bakelite gateway into the world of Sidney Box, Charters and Caldecott, Mazawattee tea, Kennedy's Latin Primer and dark, glistening streets. An
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Solution: Winchester.
I am in an undisclosed location. I call it . . . the Laaaair." "The Lair?" Steve said, laughing. "Hey, every Evil Overlord has to have a lair," Tyler said. "I couldn't find a volcano next to a piranha pit but it's close . . .
Poison ivy, because who needed a case of that on your pecker). We're all here in Derry. No camp, no relatives, no vacations, no AWAY. All right here. Present and accounted for. There's
You can't go to East Anglia and not visit Sutton Hoo. Well, you can, obviously, but you shouldn't.
Cresington Lane, There's an old public toilet with an old broken
happy hunting-grounds
Alison Rosen IWHI! From the easter egg chapter.
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley.
Nighttown, because the Pit's inverted, and the bottom of its bowl touches the sky, the sky that Nighttown never sees, sweating under its own firmament of acrylic resin, up where the Lo Teks crouch in the dark like gargoyles,
I love Sutton House in Clapton, a beautiful example of Tudor architecture.
The only place that's holier than St. Andrews is Westminster Abbey.
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
Whoever designed this frigging map was having a laugh. Just around the corner, my arse.
Inhabited by those who died in wickness,
Huntleigh's (Yes, I gave them a cheesy couple name in my mind)
Oh yeah, I'm an Essex boy and proud of it.
Where the hell is Australia anyway?
Maidstone," he says, "in Kent. But I moved
THE ADVENTURE OF THE ABBEY GRANGE
Ledyard, the great New England traveller, and Mungo Park, the
England? England is in London right?
CLEARVIEW, QUEENS
Angleterre Hotel,
The land of Ireland for the people of Ireland.
The South Downs of England reminded me a bit of my Old Virginia homeland.
Mooreland is a long way to go to not to be anywhere when you get there.
What in the bloody hell are you?"
"Andrea Nash," I said. "This is my associate, Robin of Loxley.
Nincompoops. (Quincy,
When you have lost your inns, you may drown your empty selves. For you have lost the heart of England.
StocktontoMalone
As if I was never nicknamed 'Wednesday' as in 'Adams'.
I know that Brighton is famously a mixture of the seedy and the elegant, but in the summer of 2001 seediness swamped elegance hands down.
Acadia "Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again." Homer, The Iliad
You also live in Holmenkollen?' 'Close by. Or quite close by. Bislett.
Manchester is the belly and guts of the nation
I grew up in a little village in the west of Ireland.
Can it be the old devil's house? I've heard he has a house in North London.
England, a happy land we know,
Where follies naturally grow,
Where without culture they arise,
And tow'r above the common size.
A very underestimated part of the world, The Entrance is.
Whose house is that, Constable?
In that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the river Don, there extended in ancient times a large forest, covering the greater part of the beautiful hills and valleys which lie between Sheffield and the pleasant town of Doncaster.
Angus was courting me with lines that stabbed deep in lonely, barren places. Like an unfair conqueror, he was delivering his words with an accent that had me dreaming of castles and lochs, and strong thighs under a rough kilt.
Nigel Barton:Everyone says 'Up at Oxford'. You come 'down' when you've finished there.
Harry Barton: Well, what's this then? Does bloody Oxford move up and down the bloody map then?
To Meath of the pastures,
From wet hills by the sea,
Through Leitrim and Longford,
Go my cattle and me.
the Isle of Wight, with occasional visits to
10 East 53rd Street
neighborhood - his name's pronounced 'Kirry,' but it's spelt 'C-i-r-e.'
Let any stranger find mee so pleasant a county, such good way, large heath, three such places as Norwich, Yar. and Lin. in any county of England, and I'll bee once again a vagabond to visit them.
If I could rest anywhere, it would be in Arkansas, where the men are of the real half-horse, half-alligator breed such as grows nowhere else on the face of the universal earth.
Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!
side of Vicki's, with Alfred on the other,
It's what I imagined England would look like.
I live on the Jellicoe Road. Where trees make canopies over-head and where you can sit at the top of them and see forever.
beautiful country with spectacular views. As
After a torrential rain. Acadia and her
mansion that sits upon a hill just outside the sleepy little
I love The Inn at Palmetto Bluff, an Auberge Property in Bluffton, South Carolina. It's a spectacular corner of the world, with massive old trees lined with Spanish moss, and alligators swimming in the river.
Somerset is where I call home, and where I feel most myself.
What is your name?" asked Lear.
Caius," said Kent.
And whence do you hail?"
From Bonking, sire."
Well, yes, lad, as do we all," said Lear, "but from what town?
I've been to Australia a couple of times, but never to the north or the centre. I would love to see Ayers Rock.
Aoibheann ("Who on earth could pronounce that?
Abandoned mill that
I used to live in Pillgwenlly, and there was this old Italian pizzeria that used to be there with a really amazing character who ran it.
The land girls from Shillingbury Farm looked the most altered
I enjoy travelling the world, but nowhere beats Walsall.
WindClan territory
Oxford, the paradise of dead philosophies.
But I really wanted to find it for you. And when it looked in the end like it wasn't going to turn up, I just said to myself, one day I'll go to Norfolk and I'll find it there for her.'
'The lost corner of England,' I said.
I love to be with my kid in Yorkshire. I love it there.
Newport, Rhode Island, that breeding place-that stud farm, so to speak-of aristocracy; aristocracy of the American type.
There are few places in England where you can get so much wildness and desolation of sea and sandhills, wood, green marsh and grey saltings as at Wells in Norfolk.
ardor which is tapas; the name Indra
The land of embarrassment and breakfast.
Kingsport or feel at home there. Before