The world revolves, ideas and lifestyles come around again and again, decisions are made, then remade then again made (in the style of the first decision that didn’t need to be done again) So it is with Ashington! Way back in the darkness of time, we had a high street. Now this high street was a busstling hive or shoppers, erm, shops! Cars lorries vans bike, busses a whole plethora of motor vehicles, Christ I was even run over by me mate in his van. Smashing my ankle and reducing me mam to a quivering wreck when she thought I was dead.
Well imagine my surprise (really!) when I rose down the Main Street again for the first time in over twenty years! We’ve paid a fortune to dig this pedestrian area up again to lay a single carriage road where a normal road used to be, oh, spending millions to pave that road in the first place because it would bring prosperity to the town! It didn’t! And, I fear, Joe will this fantastic backpedal! Already the disabled parking spaces are rammed with pikey vans selling shite! Wait until the weekend when the drunks get down there! Oh those poor plants and new benches!
Anyway, enough griping about the ‘Stan’, I want to relay the incredulous reaction of a bookstore assistant when I walked in, in e leathers carrying me helmet (bike helmet)) and asked for a copy of the Canterbury tales by Geoffrey Chaucer! It was priceless! A look of abstract confusion as though a dog had asked to be taken for a walk. I may not be the most scholarly looking person today, but even I can read (just) I know all the big words like ‘Habitat’, and crap like that. No I only purchased this book (£7. New) because I KNOW I have to read it for my degree (and that starts in less than a year, so I best crack on eh?) oh yeah, I’ve been offered a place at Northumbria Uni, so as long as I get my shit together, I’ll officially be a clever shit in a few years 🙂