Better late than never!

[Four Track, Now!]

In the graveyard of All Saint's Church, Sutton Courtenay, a deep rumbling can be heard: the sound of a body turning rapidly in its grave.

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My capabilities in terms of linguistics and literacy are not always matched by my prowess in history and geography. So it was that I toured Paris fruitlessly in search of the Bastille, which had I listened to my history teacher more carefully, I would have known was demolished shortly after quatorze juillet 1789, before heading to Avignon, determined to cross the eponymous Pont d'Avignon. There, I learned that I had arrived almost 400 years too late, as the Pont Saint-Bénezet had washed away in almost Cowley-esque manner, but without Network Rail at the time, had not been repaired. As the weather was beautiful, I tarried awhile, before returning to Lancashire, determined to visit at least one famous historic structure.

In Wigan, I was again disappointed...

[chris from nailsea]

It would appear that you were disappointed on the way there: was your visit made during 1984, by any chance? 

[Four Track, Now!]

It would appear that you were disappointed on the way there: was your visit made during 1984, by any chance? 

Not sure. I would ask my Big Brother if I had one. Or perhaps a Clergyman's Daughter?

[bignosemac]

Perhaps the Old Major can jog your memory. Don't disturb Benjamin though. He's a cantankerous old git.

[trainer]

We seem to be drowning in Orwell references: I need to be coming up for air.  Keep the aspidistra flying, lads.  (My bookshelf has more, but I'll stop now  ).

[Four Track, Now!]

We seem to be drowning in Orwell references: I need to be coming up for air.  Keep the aspidistra flying, lads.  (My bookshelf has more, but I'll stop now  ).

You're lucky that where you are, trainer, you can come up for air. They're down and out in Paris and London.