Friends of my ex-wife moved there years ago and we went to visit - it's bland fucking middle England at it's worst. We were there from Friday night to Sunday morning, when they wanted to take us to the museum, and all I wanted to do was get the fuck out of there and back to somewhere sensible. Fortunately I'm now divorced and never have to go there again.
Friends of my ex-wife moved there years ago and we went to visit - it's bland fucking middle England at it's worst. We were there from Friday night to Sunday morning, when they wanted to take us to the museum, and all I wanted to do was get the fuck out of there and back to somewhere sensible. Fortunately I'm now divorced and never have to go there again.