Garstang
Deceptive town. Very pretty and the cheese market is splendid. I worked in a pub in the days when locals would chuck Kronenberg bottles at passing police vans and you could not go in the youth club without being tooled up. High school was novel, lots of hard farmers. Not quite 101 stuff but no place to live. Unless you are 89 and hanker after a bungalow. Oh yes, 80s perms and Mullets a plenty.
Two lads who had come into the toilet together, on account of my long hair… once accused me of being a transsexual Ironically the lad who threatened to break my arms at school had one of his sliced off my a bailer�
Neil Preston
"For Jerome, idleness had little in common with laziness. His notion of idleness in the world beyond his fiction was one of contemplative productivity with the minimum of fuss."