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Middlesbrough is the second greatest place to live in Britain! Behind Hartlepool.
Gareth Jellyman of Mansfield Town has been sent off, hope he doesn't throw a wobbly!
Colchester, Ash, my captain, staking my body with his cock like a conqueror, like a king.
Bagby Hot Springs.
Up the well known creek
against Cameron's
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.
Mrs MacFarley called the valley the Glen. She called the light at early evening the gloaming. She liked to go Roaming in the Gloaming in the Glen.
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.
Goodbye Darcy, goodbye Jean, goodbye stone cottage, scratchy towels, fields of wildflowers; good bye gorgeous Peak District ... OK English People, for your own good, get off the roads, here we come!
Hapmshire" typo,
I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.
I was born and brought up near a village in Nottinghamshire and in my childhood enjoyed the freedom of the rather isolated country life. After the First World War, my father had bought a small farm, which became a marvelous playground for his five children.
Has there ever been a visitor to Ludlow who hasn't wished they lived there?
I'd seen more cops in the last few days than on a weekend LAW and ORDER marathon - Paigne Winterbourne
been used to look in Hertfordshire - paid his
This is a handy cove, and a pleasant sittyated grog-shop. Much company, mate?
Bright was the summer's noon when quickening steps
Followed each other till a dreary moor
Was crossed, a bare ridge clomb, upon whose top
Standing alone, as from a rampart's edge,
I overlooked the bed of Windermere,
Like a vast river, stretching in the sun.
Better you than Cameron " McGillicuddy grumbled. "I know where Cameron's been."
Sean snorted.
Cameron said "I already told you I did NOT come on to Lori.
I didn't say I would start a yard."
"You didn't have to. I'll come back next year and you'll have a nest of horses outside your window and Puck Connolly in your bed and I'll buy from you instead of Malvern. That's your future for you.
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.
To Meath of the pastures,
From wet hills by the sea,
Through Leitrim and Longford,
Go my cattle and me.
I'd rather live at the bottom of a well than leave Avonlea.
Warr be-rong orah
Where is a better country
Governor Arthur Phillip et al
Vocabulary of the language of N.S. Wales in the neighbourhood of Sydney, MS 41645, SOAS, University of London
Tommy, why did they put Maldon Surrey on the telegram?"
"Because Maldon is in Surrey, idiot.
Anglesey has two deserts, one made by Nature, the other made by Man: Newborough and Parys Mountain.
Most Yancy field
All right Bebe, we're in trouble. You get that don' you?
Good gracious, Arthur, - I should say Mr Clennam, far more proper - the climb we have had to get up here and how ever to get down
Colin Meads is the kind of player you expect to see emerging from a ruck with the remains of a jockstrap between his teeth.
Where are you from, Hadrian?" "Hintindar originally - a little village south of here in Rhenydd." "Originally? What's that supposed to mean? You got yourself born someplace else recently?
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?
The person I have admired the most in comedy terms would be Eric Morecambe, who is my total hero.
New teacher, if old was GreenHollyWood the new.... will be.... will be.... why not Holly Grendery... a teacher who lives agony - My Father (Bill) used to say if somebody is feeling miserable... let's take him out of his own misery.
Up rose Robin Hood
I grew up in Ditchling. It was an idyllic village at the foot of the South Downs. In those days, the village was full of artists and sculptors.
THE ADVENTURE OF THE NORWOOD BUILDER
Your name is Sanchez, what are you doing playing for Northern Ireland?
away from Clive.
CASTLES IN THE AIR Laurie
Remember the people in the back streets of Derby.
Fenwick, sitting down to
Maidstone," he says, "in Kent. But I moved
she had always considered that, far from the world of Ealing and its county councillors who over-ate and neighed like stallions, there were bright colonies of beings, chaste, beautiful in thought, altruist and circumspect. And, till that moment, she had imagined
And that's Aston Villa's first league goal since their last one.
Smile for the camera, pretty little Sydney Tar Ponds.
the Poor Men of Lyons,
An acre in Middlesex is better than a principality in Utopia.
Jane!
Mr. Rochester!
I would love this place to be my garden.
(on Arsenal's old stadium)
Warr be-<>rong>rongrong> orah
Where is a better country
Governor Arthur Phillip et al
Vocabulary of the language of N.S. Wales in the neighbourhood of Sydney, MS 41645, SOAS, University of London
Oh dear. I have just seen Angus hunkering down in the long grass. He's stalking their poodle. I'll have to intervene to avert a massacre. Oh, it's OK, Mrs. Next Door has thrown a brick at him.
Wade Dooley: With a handle like that he sounds more like a western sheriff than the Lancashire bobby that he is.
Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn
Sir McCoolpants Von No Touchy
We were having a trial game against Leeds, and Jack Charlton was the boss of Middlesbrough at the time.
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.
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
Every single player on the pitch is now in the Birmingham box, apart from two of them.
He hams his Brummie accent, I tell myself, the way so many ex-pats ham their lost identity. The moustache is a pose. Yet, he hams this unpredictable matey belligerence, this curiously Midlands attitude. Colin is home away from home, I reflect, even if not the home you ever really liked.
As a Midlander and a big walker, I'd always loved ridge and furrow fields, the plough-marked land as it was when it was enclosed. It is the landscape giving you a story of lives that ended with the arrival of sheep.
One weekend in the vacation, I was invited to meet her family. They lived in Kent, out on the Orpington line, in one of those suburbs which had stopped concreting over nature at the very last minute, and ever since smugly claimed rural status.
Clare. Give me a reason to stay.
Where are the rough brave Britons to be found With Hearts of Oak, so much of old renowned?
Both of the Villa scorers were born in Liverpool, as was the Villa manager, who was born in Birkenhead.
In the end you'll have to cede to Lord Mersey. He's too much of a peer, you understand? And a bit of a prick as well.
Southly thru shrubby heath we tromped now till we got to wideway. Wideway I'd heard o' from storymen an' here it was, an open, long, flat o' roadstone. SAplin's'n'bush was musclin' up but wondersome'n'wild was that windy space.
Like Thomas Hardy with his Casterbridge, my own fictional Pennington is based on a well-known English county town, which I embellish with buildings, parks, and houses from my imagination.
They tell me that So-and-So, who does not write prefaces, is no charlatan. Well, I am. I first caught the ear of the British public on a cart in Hyde Park, to the blaring of brass bands,and this ... because ... I am a natural-born mountebank.
I am the Earl of Ravensmoor. And you are? (Sparhawk) Totally freaking out. (Taryn) Tis a most peculiar name, milady. Are you by chance Welsh? (Sparhawk)
Along this particular stretch of line no express had ever passed. All the trains
the few that there were
stopped at all the stations. Denis knew the names of those stations by heart. Bole, Tritton, Spavin Delawarr, Knipswich for Timpany, West Bowlby, and, finally, Camlet-on-the-Water.
The sort of lad I am looking for is a kid who will nutmeg Kevin Keegan in training, then step aside him in the corridor
Let but thy wicked men from out thee go,
And all the fools that crowd thee so,
Even thou, who dost thy millions boast,
A village less than Islington wilt grow,
A solitude almost.
Roy Acuff's from Maynardville, and that's where a lot of my family's from. So he's, I've been told, a distant cousin, as well.
I've got a soft spot for Theatr Colwyn because my granddad used to run the Colwyn amateur dramatic society in the 1930s.
neighborhood - his name's pronounced 'Kirry,' but it's spelt 'C-i-r-e.'
If you were in the Brondby dressing room right now, which of the Liverpool players would you be looking at?
King Offa's dyke,
I feel more Scottish than Norman.
I've dreamt again of Manderley.
With relish, Thomas More thus sketches Richard's character: He was close and secret, a deep dissembler, lowly of countenance, arrogant of heart, outwardly companionable where he inwardly hated, not hesitating to kiss whom he thought to kill.
Uncle Monty tell
Now I am discovering the world once more. England has widened my horizon.
He just rubs people up the wrong way in a short space of time and, after he'd gone, one of the South African coaches there said to me in a thick Bok accent 'You see, Richard, what we have to put up with?'
He lives at Balbec? crooned the Baron in a tone so far from interrogatory that it is regrettable that the written language does not possess a sign other than the question mark to end such apparently unquestioning remarks. It is true that such a sign would be of little use except to M. de Charlus.
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.
My grandparents live in Cley, and my dad now has the windmill which is a guest house. So I've spent much time up there, but a lot of it was at school as well, and my dad was sent abroad so often as well with the army.
David Bentley has got balls - and plenty of them
When I die, don't bring me to the hospital. Bring me to Anfield. I was born there and will die there.
You also live in Holmenkollen?' 'Close by. Or quite close by. Bislett.
A fine coaching inn there - though not much else. Dougal looked surprised
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.
Titus Bramble: The only explanation for his existence in the Premiership is that he is already here.
Geoffrey Hill may be the strongest and most original English poet of the second half of our fading century, although his work is by no means either easy or very popular. Dense, intricate, exceedingly compact, his poetry has always had great visionary force.
someone in Tunis. Halabi
I have wandered over Europe, have rambled to Iceland, climbed the Alps, been for some years lodged among the marshes of Essex - yet nothing that I have seen has quenched in me the longing after the fresh air, and love of the wild scenery, of Dartmoor.
Jesper Llewellyn Fahey, that is enough!" Colm roared. (...)
Inej cocked her head to one side. "Jesper Llewellyn Fahey?"
"Shut up," said Jesper. "It's a family name."
Inej made a solemn bow. "Whatever you say, Llewellyn.
Summer grass," Jaime told his cousin. "Old Sumner Crakehall
Marshington is here.
The nearest inhabited village is about seven of your English miles to the left.