please empty your brain below

I had a Pukka pie as well
The half-mile post paragraph is so very interesting to me. In my years as a Lambeth borough resident the boundary along Herne Hill/Denmark Hill was like an impermeable membrane - I had very little idea what lay to the east of it, and every idea what lay to the west. It's nice to be given this localised insight - so many years later - of something lying only a stone's throw to the east.
Thanks for the link to random.com.
Is it not amazing that such services exist?
It may be a coincidence that 4.5 miles is around 10,000 steps, and can just about be covered at a very brisk walk in an hour.

The Standard Cornhill seems a peculiar place to continue to measure distances from into the 18th century: the water outlet by Cornhill and Leadenhill was powered by a waterwheel under the old London Bridge but operated for just over 20 years (1582 to 1603) and was removed in 1674. But I guess it had become a prominent landmark and got baked in when John Ogilby published his road maps in 1675.
I remembered Retford is a pretty low bar for a thing to do.
During my South London years I attended both a cremation and a burial at this cenetery. At the burial there was a set-to between mourners (who would not leave until they themselves had shovelled all the soil into the grave) and cemetery staff, who were not happy with this. I trust that a culturally-appropriate accommodation has since been found.
You will have a bit of spare time if 33 turns up. As a moderate fan it turned out to be the most nail biting, cliff hanging,and spectacularly implausible spectacles of all time! Truly, this was the greatest game ever played.
the one that intrigues me most is "I stacked more foil" ... so the tin hat is coming on well ?
33) I ignored football too!
Yeah, JW let us down this time.
33 - forgot about the final, I haven't seen or listened to a single minute of a game, just checked results.

40 - Pre-Covid I was an avid Radio 4 and 6 music listener, with 5 Live for football commentary, it all just stopped, the routine was broken and never recovered.

In some ways YouTube is the radio as I can listen to the various news/commentary channels in the background, it's odd to find the UK media silent on a story like…

dg interrupts: this explains why your worldview has been very much borked over the last three years.
I first heard of Pukka pies on school trip to Snowdonia when every village on the A5 seemed to have a chip shop with their sign outside. We had never heard of them and being southerners did not know the word, so could not understand why they chose the name Puker.
No.33, not a mention of the game at work today. I didn't watch it either.
"I remembered Retford" would have proved a lot more interesting than most of the boxes in that table.
28 Poor Earlsfield isn't even getting trains stopping on non-strike days. SWR think it and a suprisingly large number of other stations can be abandoned until the new year.
Is "I remembered Retford" your version of "last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again"?
While not officially ignoring the football I didn’t watch it as instead I was watching the five women of Barnes improbably beat Southgate in the London Area women’s indoor hockey final. Improbable because indoor hockey has six players on the pitch and up to five further subs who can come on and off at will. Imagine a side wining a football match with ten players all game and no substitutes.
I can't help but see these and think...
Tonight... I sat upstairs, Richard finished a book, and James sliced a carrot.
(the three randomly selected ones btw)
As a young woman, walking through a cemetery seemed a dark activity. Now, in my dotage, I love reading what other people have said about their beloved, dead relatives.
Out of them all, 'I remembered Retford' is the one I like the most! It feels like it has possibilities. I also like 'I stacked more foil' as it also seems open to intrigue.
W Norwood cemetery is the resting place of the founder of Donetsk, in the Russian-occupied part of Ukraine, which was originally called Yuzovka after John Hughes, a Welsh businessman who built up the steel industry there. Last time I walked past his grave, it was draped with a Ukrainian flag.










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