Postcards From the Edge of England
I have to go back to the Essex backwaters for a day or two. I have problems to solve and ghosts to nod to. Therefore it is back to the 1970s. Back to sleeping on acrylic carpets, watching the news on a black and white TV and no hope of an Internet connection unless I take a trip to Shangoland.
I promise more regular posting as well as postcards from the edge of England when I get back.
I promise more regular posting as well as postcards from the edge of England when I get back.
Labels: Essex
4 Comments:
Best wishes for this trip to be productive and not too traumatic. I know you're going well supplied. Looking forward to the report and postcards! :) Peace to you.
Acrylic carpets will only get you halfway there. It is not the ‘70’s without bean bag chairs. Black light posters are optional.
That, and a bologna sandwich with cheese and mayo on wonder bread!
Best wishes. Thinking of you.
Cindra
Hmmm - I don't remember the 70's much ( being only 2 or 3 at the time), but if you want a whole town or city to help remind you then head on over to New Zealand, north Island ... it's like a totally trippy timewarping transporter.
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