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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
the Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
The Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
To the counsell of fooles a woodden bell.
Sassicaia from Tuscany,
Very nice sort of place, Oxford, I should think, for people that like that sort of place.
We've found his lair in a mortal city called York - "
"It's New York," Stelian said with a roll of his eyes, as if he'd explained this before.
I believe, sir,' said Richard Swiveller, taking his pen out of his mouth, 'that you desire to look at these apartments. They are very charming apartments, sir. They command an uninterrupted view of - of over the way, and they are within one minute's walk of - of the corner of the street.
Both Plockton and the Isle of Muck in north-west Scotland are incredibly beautiful. Sadly, Plockton has been discovered by tourists because it's where they shot Hamish Macbeth.
King Offa's dyke,
Bellport. A podium.
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.
On Sunday morning, it's Brooklyn Bagels on Beverly Boulevard. We get them hot. Then we walk some of the famous Silver Lake steps or hike in the hills to the highest vantage point to see the reservoir.
I like the spirit of this great London which I feel around me. Who but a coward would pass his whole life in hamlets; and for ever abandon his faculties to the eating rust of obscurity?
Mrs. Southcott had recently attained her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic private in the Life Guards had heralded the sublime appearance by announcing that arrangements were made for the swallowing up of London
158 Lewis Avenue between Lafayette and Van Buren, that was back durin days of hangin' on my bed-stuy block
A flat black bug, that is London.
We currently enjoy the hospitality of the local smith, a gentleman named Heughan.
A letter today from a Mrs Gladys Freeman, 45 Sebastopol Terrace, Blackpool. 'Sir, reference the room you had here during the party conference season. Well, we know what it is. We know who done it. But for heaven's sake tell us where it is!
Brownsville, having missed their road and wandered in the
Baxter and Sam Hall. 'I'll have a large Scotch, I'm
Palace of Crystal
Go where you will, if a shilling can there be procured, you may expect to meet with individuals in search of it.
the Poor Men of Lyons,
side of Vicki's, with Alfred on the other,
Look over there - on that corner by the bus stop - isn't that Winchester Stone? As
Maidstone," he says, "in Kent. But I moved
coming to Hollyhill to visit my
Someday when peace has returned to this odd world I want to come to London again and stand on a certain balcony on a moonlit night and look down upon the peaceful silver curve of the Thames with its dark bridges.
London is like a dream come true. As I ramble through it I am haunted by the curious feeling of something half-forgotten, but still dimly remembered, like a reminiscence of some previous state of existence. It is at once familiar and strange.
Yeah, I'm bringing back the word "slattern." Deal
There's only one head bigger than Tony Greig's - and that's Birkenhead
I am a Norfolk man and Glory in being so.
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.
A cold, miserable little hamlet on the eastern coast of America called Piper's Grave.
Smile for the camera, pretty little Sydney Tar Ponds.
here you are in Bath, andBath-- Jane Austen
Personally I always preferred Lipton's.
Dukhoborcheskaya
Bergen, and Oldfield. The
It was just a typical London flat, but it was in a great neighborhood. It was across from the Playboy Club, diagonally. From one balcony you could read the time from Big Ben, and from the other balcony you could watch the bunnies go up and down.
between Scylla and Charybdis,
Park hill staten island seal, rock the reel to reel we high hills deep
WESTBURY, a nasty odious rotten-borough, a really rotten place.
Just call me Sassenach.
Where do you live?"
"In the hearts of men," Sullivan said.
on the outskirts of Johnson
Shropshire, the fatlands of Gloucestershire,
I'm from Southampton.
Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.
THE ADVENTURE OF THE NORWOOD BUILDER
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.
I was brought up in industrial south Lancashire, down the cobbled road from where LS Lowry (1887-1976) lived and painted.
Where was this taken?" Jardin recovered enough to speak. "Near Lawrenceville.
Who are you, Lucy Snowe?
Somerset is where I call home, and where I feel most myself.
Hello - what hotel is this - ?
Tazburg, Mise, Divine, South Ridge. He read the names off the
The nearest inhabited village is about seven of your English miles to the left.
Wonder-Working Providences of Sion's Saviour in New England,
mansion that sits upon a hill just outside the sleepy little
Gilderoy Lockhart
I am crumbling in sync with old Hackney.
I have a house in Saratoga Springs.
in Staten Island. It
I couldn't have made a better shot, if I had been one of those detectives who see a chap walking along the street and deduce that he is a retired manufacturer of poppet valves named Robinson with rheumatism in one arm, living at Clapham.
Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies.
Tritons Trident!
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.
Sir, he [Bolingbroke] was a scoundrel and a coward: a scoundrel for charging a blunderbuss against religion and morality; a coward, because he had not resolution to fire it off himself, but left half a crown to a beggarly Scotsman to draw the trigger at his death.
up yonder in the guzzling Germans' land,
If you put 20 cents in me and ask me to talk about South Sydney, I'll play all night.
HIGGINS. Have you no morals, man?
DOOLITTLE [unabashed] Cant afford them, Governor. Neither could you if you was as poor as me.
Yorkshire is so much part of me.
I love Sutton House in Clapton, a beautiful example of Tudor architecture.
Dill if you don't hush I'll knock you bowlegged.
West, pull your head out of your easel. Boxner
I was thinking in a Scottish brogue, because I'd just heard this guy interviewed on NPR, Lonnie McSomething.
The marvelous maturity of London! I would rather be dead in this town than preening my feathers in heaven.
Angleterre Hotel,
british bombshell" -grant
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Westering's died out, Jody.
the basement. Katz
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district: small,
Gardington was made over to me once, by the Crown. It's one of their standard good-conduct prizes for espionage.'
Philippa said, rather blankly, 'I thought you were spying at that time for Scotland.'
'Well, I wasn't spying for England,' Lymond said.
Peter Lucas and I live in Durham but spend a great of time in North Wales, where we have a cottage in the mountains, and in Vermont, USA, with my sister - who is a children's writer married to a poet.
What's feeding in Derry? What's feeding on Derry?
I am Brister Fendlestick. Velcome to my hoomble home!
That's how I got my name, you know. The Bonny scot, see?
Sandy's was one of those places that made poor, white trash feel like high-class consumers. This was the kind of place you'd take your mistress to, but never your wife. Wives expected better. Mistresses were impressed by the blandness of the over-priced wine and the vast Italian menu options.
Easy there, Smurfette.
Florence Nightendick
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.
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
We could be putting the hammer in Luton's coffin
10 East 53rd Street
12 Arnold Grove, Merseyside.
Cresington Lane, There's an old public toilet with an old broken