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I've just purchased a property, Edward, close to yours in
We lived in a suburb of Birmingham where I attended the local state school from the age of five. I then went on to King Edward VI High School in Edgbaston, Birmingham.
In one of the Welsh counties is a small village called A
. It is somewhat removed from the high road, and is, therefore, but little known to those luxurious amateurs of the picturesque, who view nature through the windows of a carriage and four.
go-go hall on my way home from school.
Palace of Crystal
I love it in Warrington. The kids are settled and I've spent GBP10k on a new garden. If I run away it's like I've got something to hide, which I haven't. I'm a big fan of Warrington, but not a big fan of Warrington people at the moment.
house at Otowi Bridge.
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.
Camden was originally an accident, but I shall never be sorry I was left over in Camden. It has brought me blessed returns.
Can it be the old devil's house? I've heard he has a house in North London.
I love my little flat in Spitalfields. Lots of actors live out of a suitcase, so it's nice to have a base to come back to.
Gordon Ramsay grew up in a tourist town, Stratford-Upon-Avon, but in a part tourists don't visit - a council estate: a concrete bunker subsidized by the local government, synonymous with deprivation and blight.
I came to live in Shepperton in 1960. I thought: the future isn't in the metropolitan areas of London. I want to go out to the new suburbs, near the film studios. This was the England I wanted to write about, because this was the new world that was emerging.
I have passed all my days in London, until I have formed as many and intense local attachments as any of you mountaineers can have done with dead nature.
I have a cottage near Aldeburgh, and from there it's a sturdy two-mile walk across farmland to an empty beach, where I collect hag stones and run around with the dog. I'm a keen walker, and I love Suffolk's big skies.
Bellport. A podium.
places, and incidents
Over the years, I've lived in a variety of places, including America, but I was born and raised in the Lake District, in Cumbria. Growing up in that rural, sodden, mountainous county has shaped my brain, perhaps even my temperament.
I'm from Southampton.
Hello - what hotel is this - ?
My Becca's home.
Aberystwyth (n.)
A nostalgic yearning which is in itself more pleasant than the thing being yearned for.
When I moved to Brighton from London in 1995, I was struck by what I thought of as its townliness. A town, it seemed to me, was that perfect place to live, neither city nor country, both of which like to think they are light years apart but actually have a great deal in common.
I grew up in North Yorkshire, but now London is home.
Living in Cambridge, with nature and everything, it's so clean.
I spent two years in Palo Alto - what an awful, suffocating place for those of us who don't care about yoga, yogurts and start-ups - and now I have moved to Cambridge, MA - which, in many respects, is like Palo Alto but a bit snarkier.
I liked very much when we lived in Hampstead. We would go for walks on the Heath. I liked it better than living in the centre of town.
At home, I hardly ever leave London. I don't like the countryside in England.
Living in Manchester was like living on the moon ... wherever that might be
We grew up in Woolton, Liverpool. We didn't have much, but it was irrelevant. We played out a lot with all the kids on the street.
hill. We took the trucks there, pulled out the
Colchester, Ash, my captain, staking my body with his cock like a conqueror, like a king.
I spend so much of my time working away, but I love being here. My family is in Somerset, and this is where my heart is.
I love Sutton House in Clapton, a beautiful example of Tudor architecture.
I divide my time between all the mud and open space in Surrey and the social life and work in London, particularly Chelsea, which still has the same village feel that it had in the swinging Sixties.
Brownsville, having missed their road and wandered in the
Few areas which are not publicly owned can boast as many footpaths as the Cuckmere Valley. For a short walk, a footbridge across the river leads back to the little hamlet of Milton Street, where another classic local pub, the Sussex Ox, provides an admirable lunch.
Cresington Lane, There's an old public toilet with an old broken
Yorkshire is so much part of me.
taught there for some
district: small,
The thing about Manchester is ... it all comes from here
Anywhere in town, kept to themselves, a predilection
London November 1912 Heather Farm Grasmere Westmorland Dear Tilly, I hope you and your sister
The first thing to do,' said Psmith, 'is to ascertain that such a place as Clapham Common really exists. One has heard of it, of course, but has its existence ever been proved? I think not.
Rememberatorium),
The nearest inhabited village is about seven of your English miles to the left.
My parents are from Manchester but I was brought up in London, Camden Town.
Somerset has a wonderful wildness about it - it hasn't been tamed. This is farming country, and there's a realness here - I love it.
When writing about Edinburgh, I place my characters in the parts of the city that I myself have lived in, or else know well, those being the Southside, Marchmont in particular, where I lived as a student, and the New Town/Stockbridge area where I live now and have done for the past 30 years.
London, how could one ever be tired of it?
Well being as there's no other place around the place, I reckon this must be the place, I reckon.
My favourite place in the world - the south beach at Aberystwyth -has a sewage outfall pipe on it
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,
West Yorkshire is quite dramatic and beautiful, the crags and things.
I miss Manchester, especially the apple crumble and custard they served at Carrington after training.
When Blur first started and we were playing Manchester the Hacienda was the place to go. That was where a lot of exciting stuff was happening and London was pretty dead.
I love Blackpool. We're very similar. We both look better in the dark.
O Suburbs of Despair
where nothing but the weather ever changes!
Sugartown Sugartown Sugartown Sugartown.
Boarding school in Tring was a bit of a bubble that burst when I went to Hackney to go to drama school.
Charleston, West "by gods" Virginia
Where are the rough brave Britons to be found With Hearts of Oak, so much of old renowned?
I went to high school in the highlands of Scotland.
Tottenham Court Road, and he left a tidy business
People do not realise that many of my works are done in urban places. I was brought up on the edge of Leeds, five miles from the city centre-on one side were fields and on the other, the city.
Lake Winnipesaukee, he
(Oxford: Clarendon
Brisbane is so sleepy, so slatternly, so sprawlingly unlovely ... It is simply the most ordinary place in the world ... It was so shabby and makeshift ... a place where poetry could never occur.
The only place that's holier than St. Andrews is Westminster Abbey.
I went to Samuel Ayer High School, which is now Milpitas High School.
What abandoned course is that?
I come from the bottom of the ladder. I'm from Norwich. Not many people seem to know about it.
So I'm still in my romantic stage with London, I love it as a place.
Los Angeles, this anthill, this slag heap, the city where I suffered and grappled with life and was defeated, and where I finally triumphed.
Manicured grounds of well-hidden mansions. At any other time Doug would have been slowing the car, peering through the trees, on the lookout for interesting old architecture. Because Douglas Llewellyn was an architect, the senior partner
The country life near Manchester I really love.
Manchester has everything but good looks ... , the only place in England which escapes our characteristic vice of snobbery.
No one ever escapes Gloucester. Kids go off to college and settle somewhere else. But they always come back. If Gloucester is all you know, every place else seems a little phony.
Up the well known creek
Thomasville, North Carolina. A
I was brought up in a flat in North London - virtually the last building in London, because north of us was countryside all the way to the coast, and south of us was non-stop London for 20 miles.
I live in a market town in a mill house with the river running both sides and Somerfield's car park only a loose nine iron away, and I really, really, really love it.
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
May I have a workshop at Alver? For experiments? If I promise faithfully not to blow the house up? If you please, Cousin Alverstoke ... ?
I know Camberwell very well: I used to go to Camberwell New Baths a lot and the cinema, which used to be the Odeon. My old school is around there too, though you've got to understand that I went to a lot of schools.
Since I moved to Blackpool, I've met a lot of great people, and if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be as successful as I was because I'm settled off the pitch.
My family and I live in a wing of a Georgian mansion in East Sussex, which was built in the 1780s and fell into disrepair. It was rescued in the Seventies and carved into six terrace houses.
Mia Thermopolis, 1005 Thompson Street, #4A
James Bradshaw
1313 Lemon Drive
(Yes, the 'haunted' house)
1:00 a.m.
London, thou art the flower of cities all!
I've got a farm in Somerset, and I think it's God's own country. I love it.
Brighton I-don't-know-your-middle-name Waterford, are you asking me to strip?
Oxford; where you read with your lover, drink with your tutor and sleep with your books
WESTBURY, a nasty odious rotten-borough, a really rotten place.
In all of England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society. A perfect misanthropist's Heaven
I know of no place where the wind can be as icy and the damp so penetrating as in Oxford round about Easter time.
We could go to Lough Bealach,' Aislinn answered.
'Is that a place, or are you choking?' I asked, earning me a glare in return.
Dad made a strangled sound that might have been a laugh.
It is a long way off, sir"
"From what Jane?"
"From England and from Thornfield: and _"
"Well?"
"From you, sir
Starting off from Cranchester. All later events seem to have been wiped