The Ugliest Village

I have lived in some really dodgy places, I’ve lived in a leaky caravan, in a barn that I shared with 5 cowss..but nothing compares to the place where I live now.

The village I have the misfortune to live in has got to be the ugliest village in the UK, nothing even comes close to being a redeeming feature – it is a squalid dump in the landscape.

The village is having an art show in September and I’m struggling to think of an idea that is appropriate..except I might leave a fresh steaming turd on the alter of the local church but that would be a pointless statement – nobody would notice.

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'Death by Sushi' Fish can kill me. When I was very small (maybe 3 or 4 years old) my grandfather, who lost the sight of one eye from a bullet fired by a German sniper (fortunately not a very good one) during the Battle of the Somme in World War 1, wiped my face with the corner of his apron, an apron he had used to wipe his filleting knife on. He was a grocery shopkeeper who specialized in wet fish.