February 2023. I’m not one for customs, apart from the famous ones associated with my own birthday (22 December, make a note), but I quite fancy turning up in Haxey, North Lincs to watch the giant scrum known as the Haxey Hood. It’s the most famous thing about the “capital of the Isle of Axholme”,… Continue reading A RARE MOMENT OF PEACE IN HAXEY
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THE PROBLEM WITH BEING A GBG COMPLETIST IS THAT YOU HAVE TO GO IN THE LINCOLN STONEGATE PUB
You left me in the Strugglers where a chap on his x-th pub had plonked down next to me to discuss, apropos of nothing, Sigmund Freud. A dog dived into the intellectual’s bag (“He’s after my fricadella“); I feared for my plum bread and made a move. Suddenly, Lincoln made perfect sense, but I was… Continue reading THE PROBLEM WITH BEING A GBG COMPLETIST IS THAT YOU HAVE TO GO IN THE LINCOLN STONEGATE PUB
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