February 2026. Letchworth Garden City.
I write my posts almost entirely chronologically (rather than thematically), because, oddly, that’s how my life tends to work.
So, from the Arena to the Cinema, Letchworth’s Art Deco gem,
“now showing Billy Goats Gruff“, who I presume to be a Biffy Clyro tribute band. North Herts is an emo hotbed.
The town has lost most of its indie restaurants (including the Spanish place at the Broadway) but gained a host of Lounges and Prezzos. Lose some, lose some.
But David’s book and vinyl shop remain. I spent £387 on OS maps alone in there.
And my namesake continues to flog carpets and beds on Leys Avenue. Look ! There’s a sale on !
No change at the kebab shop next to our block of flats,
though I don’t remember the artisanal gelaterie.
The microbrewery has been there a decade now, as the “We’re in it again !” suggests.
I’d been impressed with the Garden City tap back in 2017, in part due to its GBG collection,
and tonight the beer (Raven Song Stout NBSS 4) was the star, along with a young barman who couldn’t quite tempt me to the sausage roll,
but proved a wealth of knowledge on the town’s famous black squirrel after which Letchworth’s roughest pub was named.
But what’s that on his right ear.
retiredmartin 
Wasn’t the Black Squirrel a fiendish creation of Enid Blyton who lived not so far away ?
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Are you subtly trying to tell us you’ve reached that time in life where a corset has become a necessity? Still preferable to a surgical truss I suppose.
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Anything is preferable to a Truss.
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The bond markets agreed resoundingly, Martin.
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The voters in South West Norfolk agreed.
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“February 2026. Letchworth Garden City.”
(looks up)
Isn’t that the company that sold used underwear, or some such?
“because, oddly, that’s how my life tends to work.”
Join the club.
“So, from the Arena to the Cinema, Letchworth’s Art Deco gem,”
(looks down)
It actually looks better at night.
“who I presume to be a Biffy Clyro tribute band. North Herts is an emo hotbed.”
No comment.
“Lose some, lose some.”
Steady on, getting pretty deep there.
(and the rain appears to be pouring down!)
“I spent £387 on OS maps alone in there.”
Ouch!
“And my namesake continues to flog carpets and beds on Leys Avenue.”
I can see flogging the carpets; that’s how you clean them. But, beds?
“though I don’t remember the artisanal gelaterie.”
(looks down)
I think they’re pulling your leg.
“The microbrewery has been there a decade now, as the “We’re in it again !” suggests.”
Flaunt it if you got it.
“and tonight the beer (Raven Song Stout NBSS 4) was the star, along with a young barman who couldn’t quite tempt me to the sausage roll,”
(looks down)
Quite agree!
“but proved a wealth of knowledge on the town’s famous black squirrel after which Letchworth’s roughest pub was named.”
Ooh! Do tell!
“But what’s that on his right ear.”
(looks up)
That looks like a bit like a cricket helmet. But, since they all seem to have some sort of face guard now, I’m going to go with a old fashioned baseball helmet from this side of the pond.
Cheers
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