The City, The Country

[catalog]

wilted rocket leaves, undressed, as a garnish. caramelised red onion and goats cheese

goats cheese allover the fucking shop but theres not a goat in sight

 

[yyaldrin]

whatsapp neighborhood watch

 

[catalog]

all the local beers are too hoppy

 

[HMGovt’s Glorious Return!]

not a lot happens and there is nobody to talk to. the mind slows down till thoughts cannot be formulated.

The very opposite is the case. Psychic crosswinds abate away from the masses and their advertising and pollution. The soul can unfurl to its full extent.

 

[Corpsey]

Luka will be pleased to know his favourite comedian Stewart Lee did a funny routine about people from London moving to the countryside and going out of their minds with boredom within months.

 

[catalog]

forty million young mums groups but the skateboard park looks like it was put together by the ducks

 

[luka]

a gay couple have moved in from London and opened a quirky antiques shop with a tea room speculatively attached. they're trying to keep the standards up but you can see hope is dying.

 

[catalog]

the pub has a fireplace but there's never enough wood for a proper fire. graham the architect is in there every day, constantly low level drunk

 

[luka]

the younger unmoneyed partner, Sean, is in charge of the baking and fiddling with the espresso machine. the coffee walnut cake is actually very good.

 

[catalog]

he engages you in a conversation about turkey eggs. next week he's doing the same patter on someone else

 

[catalog]

craig the barmans wife is cheating on him everyone knows

 

[luka]

there's a mens fashion shop that sells Bradley Wiggins mod gear. Ben Sherman polo shirts and straight leg Levis.

 

[catalog]

7 gift and card shops, 7 bistos, nearest mcdonalds 7 miles away

 

[catalog]

local farmers market every sunday, all they sell is scented candles and tea implements

 

[luka]

there's a ghost story about a beautiful serving girl who was drowned in a mill pond by a jealous lover in the 15th century. you can learn about it in the local museum.

 

[catalog]

everyone is ruddy faced. booze not fresh air.

 

[luka]

booze and a surfeit of dairy and red meat. the meanest eyes you've ever seen.

 

[luka]

every rainy day you're picking dejectedly through the detritus in the Donkey Sancturary charity shop again

 

[Corpsey]

An interesting aspect of living in the country is that you become a "bigger" person. In the city, nobody notices you, nobody cares you're there or not there.

In the country, you can become a local legend. Good for the ego.

 

[Corpsey]

Hard to believe people want to move back there after they've lived in the city. I think it's an age thing, and a having kids thing. Once you have kids (for a few years at least) you can't do all the fun stuff you could before like pubs, clubs, cinemas, etc. So you might as well live in the sticks.