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Frederick Mitchell-Hedges,
Somerset is where I call home, and where I feel most myself.
The Diogenes Club is the queerest club in London, and Mycroft one of the queerest men. He's always there from quarter to five to twenty to eight. It's six now, so if you care for a stroll this beautiful evening I shall be very happy to introduce you to two curiosities.
We have now reached the point where you can wander down Queen Street in Auckland and wonder if you are still in New Zealand or some other country.
A residence of many years in Yorkshire, and an inveterate habit of collecting all kinds of odd and out-of-the-way information concerning men and matters, furnished me, when I left Yorkshire in 1872, with a large amount of material, collected in that county, relating to its eccentric children.
PS: Allston rules!
St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries
Farewell happy fields,
Where joy forever dwells: Hail, horrors, hail.
Camden was originally an accident, but I shall never be sorry I was left over in Camden. It has brought me blessed returns.
been used to look in Hertfordshire - paid his
I come from south Wales. A place called Aberbargoed.
If the parks be "the lungs of London" we wonder what Greenwich Fair is
a periodical breaking out, we suppose
a sort of spring rash.
Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, Come saddle your horses, and call up your men; Come open the West Port, and let me gang free, And it's room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!
If we are to celebrate the giants in Australian public life, then Robert Garran must be among them. A lawyer and passionate advocate of Federation, Garran was one of several hands that drafted our constitution.
With Dorothy hard at work, the
Years ago I had a house in Sussex, it was like Arcadia, with an old Victorian bridge, a pond and the Downs.
Railway fettler, and his family lived in a Tasmanian Government Railways
Welcome to CASA Slater!
And Tomlinson found this in the Times right before I left to come here. Windham
Colonel Hugh Pickering - Well, I'm dashed!
Gerry?' Laurel had to strain to hear thought the noise on the other end of the line. 'Gerry? Where are you?'
'London. A phone booth on Fleet Street.'
'The city still has working phone booths?'
'It would appear so. Unless this is the Tardis, in which case I'm in serious trouble.
Smile for the camera, pretty little Sydney Tar Ponds.
turnpike itself. Garraty
Mia Thermopolis, 1005 Thompson Street, #4A
Your mission statement says Galer Street is based on global "connectitude." (You people don't just think outside the box, you think outside the dictionary!)
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.
Derby born and bred, mate.
Gilderoy Lockhart
the Poor Men of Lyons,
StocktontoMalone
My husband hailed from Dagenham; he's an Essex boy. Me myself, I come from Derry City in the northwest of Ireland, so we love to get back.
house at Otowi Bridge.
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.
district: small,
...bottle green Jaguar.
That monstrous tuberosity of civilised life, the capital of England.
Cyril, church warden and lead tenor in the choir, lives with mother, banned from unsupervised contact with schoolchildren; Harold, drunk dentist, early retirement, pretty thatched cottage off the Bodmin road, one son in rehab, wife in the bin.
I'm sure you'll have fun," said Garry, insincerely. "And how is the Creature from the Black Lagoon?" "Jessica's from Ilford, actually, Garry. And she remains the light and love of my life, thank you very much for asking.
I should tell you that honestly, on my honour of a Nearwicked, I always think in a wordworth's of that primed favourite continental poet, Daunty, Gouty and Shopkeeper, A.G., whom the generality admoyers in this that is and that this is to come.
Whose house is that, Constable?
Whatever your tastes, Magrathea can cater for you. We are not proud.
Mr. Dabney could write to
I was brought up in industrial south Lancashire, down the cobbled road from where LS Lowry (1887-1976) lived and painted.
on the outskirts of Johnson
Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal the mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne.
Greenwich is a funny word, isn't it? All green and witchy. Like soup.
Brownsville, having missed their road and wandered in the
the wizard prison,
of the afternoon Mr. Fitz-Wattle----
It must be eight years since I last saw Joseph Taboys. How pleasant it would be to meet his jovial face again, to clasp his strong hand, and to hear his cheery laugh once more! He owes me 14 shillings, too.
South.
'But no name?,
'No, Guido. But I'll keep
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
Lastly, it should be noted that the nostalgia which the reading public maintains for my former Baker Street address does not exist in me. I no longer crave the bustle of London streets, nor do I miss navigating the tangled mires created by the criminally disposed.
Bellport. A podium.
Daphne, I don't think we're in Ferrypot Landing anymore.
~Sabrina Grimm
Billy's at 44 north, 56 west and heading straight into meteorological hell.
I was born on Wellington Avenue and my family that remains lives in the Lake Shore Drive area.
The Caddo Bayou Marina.
I took a train to Liverpool. they were having a festival when I arrived. Citizens had taken time off from their busy activities to add crisp packets, empty cigarette boxes and carrier-bags to the other wise bland and neglected landscape.
Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views, and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers. With
A day away from Chartwell is a day wasted.
Today, as a result of the policy of Macmillan's Government, Great Britain presents in the United Nations the face of Pecksniff and in Katanga the face of Gradgrind.
GILDEROY LOCKHART T
For 'The Journal of Finn Reardon,' I traveled to New York City and walked the streets where Finn and his friends would have lived, worked, and played. I visited the Tenement Museum on Orchard Street and toured an actual flat in which families like Finn's might have lived.
I live in my own bubble. I'm in Gublerland.
Now, the magic of British parks at night, as Bill Oddie presents.. Gaywatch.
When I die, don't bring me to the hospital. Bring me to Anfield. I was born there and will die there.
London doesn't love the latent or the lurking, has neither time, nor taste, nor sense for anything less discernible than the red flag in front of the steam-roller. It wants cash over the counter and letters ten feet high.
Ledyard, the great New England traveller, and Mungo Park, the
Oh, I love London Society! I think it has immensely improved. It is entirely composed now of beautiful idiots and brilliant lunatics. Just what Society should be. lord caversham. Hum! Which is Goring? Beautiful idiot, or the other thing? mabel chiltern.
Where are we going tonight?"
"To meet Eddy at the Brickyard again. It's Thirsty Thursday apparently."
"Oh no, not participating in Thirsty Thursday. Wasted Wednesday was enough for me."
"Just be thankful it's not Mystery Monday or Tanked Tuesday.
Cresington Lane, There's an old public toilet with an old broken
The fact that I'm on 'Essex Anthems' makes me happy, especially because half of my family's from Essex.
I don't really do jolly. I don't know why, I just don't.Jolly-- Susan Hill
To the attention of the New Fiddleham Police Department: You've got my middle-C, and I would like it back.
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Please return Jackaby's tuning fork. He's getting even more obnoxious than usual.
Berlin stimulates like arsenic.
The Democratic Party headquarters house elf,
Well, we're originally from Glace Bay."
Grandma Elsie's eyes glittered. She was looking at one of her own, a lost Cape Bretoner in need of help and offering a new story. "Tell me all about it, dear.
Surprise!-FitzChivalry
Laurence the last time I saw something like you I flushed it away.
I'm a big goofball, you know. Don't tell anyone that, but I'm a big goofball. In Australia we call it a dag.
I heard Thackeray thank Heaven for the purity of Dickens. I thanked Heaven for the purity of a greater than Dickens - Thackeray himself.
Aunt Hilda,' Violet
I am a Norfolk man and Glory in being so.
Clare. Give me a reason to stay.
I promised to run the most open and transparent administration in Britain. That is why, with this brutally honest and unprecedented progress report, I am determined to level with Londoners.
I'm in Pittsburgh. Why am I here?
Beaverbrook is so pleased to be in the government that he is like the town tart who finally married the Mayor.
Glasgow has truly become my home away from home.
821 Cornelia Avenue
People tend to think of Brisbane as a sleepy, sub-topical place. I don't know. It's like Baltimore or something. I don't know. You would hear the family dramas going on behind closed doors.
I am James Burlough, the Earl of Deerhurst.' The earl's pleasant smile capsized into not-quite-polite puzzlement. 'And who might you be, sir?
You also live in Holmenkollen?' 'Close by. Or quite close by. Bislett.
What's that?"
"Jane!" Gansey said joyfully.
Adam said, "It's a wizard in a box."
"It will do your homework," Noah added.
"And it's been dating your girlfriend," Ronan finished.
Blue scowled. "Are you all drunk?
Barringtons aren't local by origin. They're carpetbaggers from Philadelphia - an offshoot of a House that had grown too big to govern. Or more to the point, it'd grown too big for everyone to successfully get along without a whole lot of murdering going on.
two blocks down from my house? What the hell is going on?" "Nothing good," Marino says. I Google Sonny's Lawn Care. There's no such
Unlike the Tory millionaires, I live in the heart of the proud working-class community of the Bogside in Derry.
Galer Street School is a place where compassion, academics, and global connectitude join together to create civic-minded citizens of a sustainable and diverse planet. Student:
I think Essex Man will vote for a Conservative Government.
Eureka .. Eureka!