Life In Hereford, and Who is Who in Society...
Herefordshire is a county that is very much like a person, it has a head,
Hereford itself. It has many sprawling arms, like Hay, Ross and Kington. It has a backside which I will not mention,
since some of the people from it attend my college and I will get beats. The main attraction of Hereford is the mighty big bridge and the Cathedral.
A historic town (no) it was involved in archery or summut.
There are many normal and eccentric people here, and it is certainly better than living in the Yorkshire Dales with it's dangerously small gene pool.
There are many sites on the internet about our fair town, although most boast about yokel rituals and I do not want to be associated with that, no sir.
Unfortunately for a wanna-be (Expel the Spice Girls from your head immediately) flyboy, there is no RAF installation here.
The Navy would run aground here, so they are buggered- although the sea cadets float about on the Wye in a mock up of Alcatraz that we locked them in.
As for the army, they are here, since it is cheap to bus down to Brecon and shoot things.
My political allegiance is towards Conservatism, although I must admit, they are a little limp at the moment. As for hobbies, I enjoy fishing a little,
although many greenies object to this, despite the fact fish can't feel pain cos they haven't got a cerebral cortex.
To be collected.
In case you haven't seen it yet...Planes, many Planes!!!
An exit from the land of apples, for I am the worm of Eden.
The shrine of Mav. His final rest.
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