“Run from what’s comfortable. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I’ll be mad.”
Hey. I can dumb down too :o) BTW : Katherine Swynford (buried in Lincoln Cathedral) had a sister called Philippa. Philippa married a man called Geoffrey Chaucer, who wrote something insubstantial and unimportant called The Canterbury Tales.
Read MoreBarlings is just down the road from me. En route to Lincoln. The year after something happened in NY one September, I went to Lincoln to meet, in real life, a friend that I’d “met” online. She was a fellow writer and also (with her husband) the new owner of a publishing company in the […]
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Mmmn. Not a fave of mine even though we did this for my EngLit exam. I prefer the HISTORY behind Chaucer. He married a girl called Philippa de Roet, who had a sister called Katherine, who had a lover called John of Gaunt, who was a patron of Geoffrey Chaucer and the third son of […]
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JC is a Bad-to-the-Bone Petrol Head. He HATESHATESHATES Electric Cars! MY car needs two new tyres! Donations gratefully accepted! Top Gear Visits Lincoln. D’oh! They decide to film at Brayford Pool. Ooops. I Know this place very well. Walking distance from Lincoln Uni, the Cinema, many fast food places. The MAIN accommodation block for students […]
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And that must be the truest metaphor ever! I’ve spent the morning in a car park staring at the outside walls of Lincoln Prison. The prison is right across the road from the hospital – where I take a dearly beloved every couple of months or so for check-ups/treatment for his chronic dermatological issues. Although…this […]
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I adore this episode of Morse. And Patricia Hodge – who is beautiful but not in a “classic” way. And who was born in Lincolnshire ! Clueage – the computer reveals ALL!
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Wiki : LB And every single Xmas I am tortured with ALL the National Lampoon Films. Yada etc P.S. I’ve talked before about an American who came to my shop and commissioned a HandKnitted Alpaca Sweater. I delivered it MYSELF to him in a hotel in Lincoln. One of his MANY famoose clients was Christie […]
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I first moved here aged 10. Dad had finished his two years probation and came to town as a fully – fledged police person. From the very start he was everyone’s “go to” man. At the expense of his wife and children, come day, come night, he NEVER turned away a soul in need. Only […]
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OK. Someone caught outta the aether MY family’s running joke about ME – (pun intended) I can usually get of the bottom of the drive and say…..STOP, I need a wee! But….BUT….I can impress everyone around me with the UNDENIABLE FACT that I have travelled from here, to Paris (over 10 hours in the car) […]
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Guess who has just came and visited my home page? YUP. She’s heeeeere. Oh dear. Never Mind. That’ll learn you (as they say round here.) Money CAN’T buy it. Sex CAN’T buy it. Lies CAN’T buy it. At least 1000 FAF yt names and channels CAN’T buy it. Fake CAN’T buy it. Spite and malice […]
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During my unexpected early morning dash (?!) to Lincoln Hospital, I was forced to wait for ages in the car park. Right opposite the hospital, and right in front of me, was the building above. Lincoln Prison. I’ve stared at it too many times over the years and wondered about the TRUE history of this […]
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Hidden History Research 