repatriating to Reading (Berkshire) UK
Reading rhymes with
- sledding (if there’s snow), or
- wedding (if their is a significant other, which there isn’t).
- heading (an essential skill for a footballing forward)
the epicentre of new Labour, corporate, consumerist blandness… …despite its affluence and its growing population it canâ€™t rise above the terminal blandness and â€˜middle Englandnessâ€™ it seems to have always had… …It is bored and dissatisfied young people planning their escape, itâ€™s a football club who plays in a shed resembling an out of town B&Q and whose torrid home games with their dire atmosphere are (ahem) bound to take the Premiership by storm this season… …Reading is a rip off, Reading is unfriendly, Reading is in a rush to purchase and then to get home.
Oh deary me!
A (fictional) letter from “chase me ladies I’m in the cavalry” to a Reading East MP (Member for Parliament) had me wetting my pants, or is it my trousers, I can’t be sure, but they are definitely damp.
There is good news about Reading provided by a blog called Reading Roars. Not ‘Reading belches’ , ‘Reading pukes’, ‘Reading falls asleep in front of the TV’. Wendy appetite wetting references includes a Sushi restaurant. yes, one! Wireless enabled bus service called the “Thames Valley Park” (TVP) that has been described as a ‘farce‘. I love a good farce. I do like buses too. Two goodies in one! I can hardly wait to try blogging from a bus. Just imagine what a vibrating bus will do to my spelling, ability to fall-over, and general happiness… There’s a Farmers market. I do like farmers and I might find one or two ruddy faced farmers there. With my UK regional accent I might even be mistaken for a farmer, it has happened before!
Stay tuned to find out how my Reading investigations evolve, or even send me tips on highlights…