I didn’t have time to finish last night, as midnight is a tyrant as far as blogging targets are concerned. I need 1.5 posts per day and “day” is defined as a period ending at midnight. To keep up, today needs to be a two post day, or even more.
We’ll start with ST7. It is, as I thought, Stoke-on-Trent.The address we sent the parcel to was in Cheshire and I did wonder if the postcode might be Stockport, which is in Cheshire, but I vaguely remember Stockport being SK. Logically it could also be Stafford, but it isn’t, Stafford’s has a Stoke on Trent postcode, which is ST16 – ST18 and ST20 and 21.
Don’t ask about ST19. It just gets too complicated. I used to travel the Midlands for a living and even I am beginning to find this bit confusing. And dull.
ST7 includes the village of Talke Pits. As you may guess, this was a mining village. It is one of the few places I have ever searched where the Wiki entry has come up short. Some quick research comes up with the information that there’s a shopping outlet there so I may have to pop by one day and find some information to add to the Wiki entry.
I will be touring WN7, SE16, FK4, WN2 and CF83. If memory serves me right that is a tour of Scotland, Wales, London and Wigan (twice). You are in for as treat.
However, I’m off to watch Strictly Come Dancing. If there’s one thing I love to see it’s the torment of an inelegant celebrity. I’m no Fred Astaire myself, but then I’m not being paid thousands of pounds to dance.
I would actually prefer Celebrity versus Lions, but the BBC have not replied to my proposal for a pilot show and are refusing to take my calls.
Albert Ball VC – a Nottingham hero
If it were the British Lions I might even be tempted
That would be something to see! 🙂 😉 🙂
I generally avoid Strictly on a full time basis until the worst dancers have been thrown off and a quick glance tonight showed me that I might still be too early to start watching.
I only started watching it again last year after a long break. Agree about you coming in a couple of weeks too early. 🙂
Brave Albert Ball. Countries at war love young men aged 17 – 25. They appear to know no fear and their reactions are usually so quick.
I like your idea of Celebrity versus Lions 😀
There would be no wars fought if you had to leave it to me and my generation. I’m afraid of my own trousers and by the time I’ve got up, had a high-fibre breakfast and run my wife to the shops it wouldn’t really seem worth the effort. May as well leave it until tomorrow and try for an early start…
😀
I agree, war likes the young. And there would be no more wars if left to me.
Me too.
As I get older I just want to shut the world leaders in a room and tell them they are grounded until they agree to play nicely. It seems to be the fashion to elect idiots these days.
When I was young there was a commercial on TV showing world leaders fighting it hand-to-hand out instead of waging war.
It would be a fine sight, and much better than the real thing.