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Both have a bit of provincial music hall comedy routines about them, but you need some contact with the extremities to make it all the more interesting, not that I'm expecting us to visit them in the near future.
I'll probably be going against the grain and root for Hartlepool(s).
...or anyone else in the construction field, building materials going through the roof(!), over there as well? In the last six months I've experienced a minimum of 30% rising to 250% uptick in wood products with shortages, hit and miss deliveries or no product at all in other areas. I've not passed on the costs as yet but that ends with my next invoice.
...it's because I'm a Londoner. An hour ago myself and my neighbour Jim, were walking the dogs up the back of Cunningham Park here in Milton. Jim lived in London for about ten years and is a real anglophile, loves all the stories, particularly the football stuff. Anyway, strolling along when through the woods comes a bloke with a murky yellowish shirt on, I'm long sighted in one eye and spot a familiar looking set of wings on a crest from a hundred yards..."'ere, you Palace", I shouts, pointing my finger in his direction. And indeed, it is a Palace fan, long time resident of Milton but originally from Croydon. I always get a kick outa bumping into 'homeys' in unexpected places.
My usual post will not be forthcoming...well not until tomorrow evening anyway as I'm t'up north, in Maine. Mrs Boston's birthday, not keen on me doing football stuff.
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