I do, however, hate Doncaster and everything to do with it with the burning heat of a thousand fiery suns.
Not difficult, being as it is (give or take Barrow-in-Furness, anyway) the last bastion of stonewashed denim, Hai Karate, and Clone Zone-style moustaches worn in a totally non-ironic way by men who would thump you for calling their pint a poof. If God wanted to give Yorkshire an enema, he'd stick the tube in somewhere like Edlington.
Being stuck at the station for over an hour because my train was delayed
To be fair, the station staff at Doncaster are about the most helpful I've ever had dealings with in Britain, bending over backwards to help me shift this large and expensive Bang and Olufsen television which I'd had to collect from the other side of Goole.
numbed me just enough to wonder how Jeremy Clarkson & James May both escaped from the general area as unscathed as they are.
Isn't James from Rotherham? It may be only 12 miles away but it's a very different kind of place. There are more recognisably human life forms in Rotherham. Clarko, on the other hand, is very much a Doncaster man, and often sounds like those rich self-made millionaires from round there who live in big houses out in the flatlands towards Thorne, next door to all the private prisons and huge EU-subsidised fields of oilseed rape. You know, like Dave Tordoff (http://www.davetordoff.com/), only not as funny.
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Date: 2006-06-05 07:58 pm (UTC)Not difficult, being as it is (give or take Barrow-in-Furness, anyway) the last bastion of stonewashed denim, Hai Karate, and Clone Zone-style moustaches worn in a totally non-ironic way by men who would thump you for calling their pint a poof. If God wanted to give Yorkshire an enema, he'd stick the tube in somewhere like Edlington.
Being stuck at the station for over an hour because my train was delayed
To be fair, the station staff at Doncaster are about the most helpful I've ever had dealings with in Britain, bending over backwards to help me shift this large and expensive Bang and Olufsen television which I'd had to collect from the other side of Goole.
numbed me just enough to wonder how Jeremy Clarkson & James May both escaped from the general area as unscathed as they are.
Isn't James from Rotherham? It may be only 12 miles away but it's a very different kind of place. There are more recognisably human life forms in Rotherham.
Clarko, on the other hand, is very much a Doncaster man, and often sounds like those rich self-made millionaires from round there who live in big houses out in the flatlands towards Thorne, next door to all the private prisons and huge EU-subsidised fields of oilseed rape. You know, like Dave Tordoff (http://www.davetordoff.com/), only not as funny.