Mayfield? I used to work in Mayfield. Opposite the convent.Originally Posted by Sir C
and visited the beer tent for a fortifying ale. Whilst sipping warm beer from a plastic cup I looked around at the assembled farmers, country gents and assorted hangers-on and shed a silent tear of thanks that I was born an Englishman. These, truly, were my people, and I adored them all, for all their strange ways. Even the beardy ones.
Good God. Imahgine being foreign!
We burnt some dirty prods there back in the day. Good timez.
Agree about the foreignness. Can't think how people stick it, really. Terrible burden to be born with, not being English.
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