and may well have gone native.>> Are you allowed to say that?
I remember the days when HJ used casually to refer to the station car park at Hinchley Wood. The villagers raised their caps to him as he swept by in yet another new car. The elderly ladies cycled to evensong. And you could find a decent pint in the pub by the green and engage in conversation, with the smell of new-mown grass in the air and the sound of leather on willow in the background.
It's all gone Pete Tong, all gone Pete Tong.
Edited by Optimist on 29/04/2008 at 17:23
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