What a story this is; http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-21410565
This chap, on his way home from the chip shop gets attacked and fights off four blokes, whilst keeping hold of his dinner. In the process, he gets stabbed with a screwdriver but still sees the attackers off; he then goes home, eats his chips and later drives himself to hospital because his stab injury felt a bit ‘odd’.
He didn’t even call the police, the hospital did that.
What a bloke! What an advert for aikido!
Not a great advert for Wisbech!
Now I have been to a few grotty places over the years (Primrose Valley, Filey springs to mind), but driving through Wisbech, on the way to Norfolk, is one of the most depressing journeys I’ve had in the UK in a long time. The landscape is flat, featureless, bleak and rubble/litter strewn. In fact it would suit an episode of Mad Max, if mad Mel ever needs a pre-post-apocalyptic location for another sequel.
Obviously some of the residents are the kind of denizens that think four on to one is a fair scrap. I hope the police find them and expose them for the detritus they are.
Next time I am driving through the nether regions of Cambridgeshire, I’ll avoid Frank’s chip shop (although his chips must be pretty good to make them worth fighting with one hand instead of two) but I’d be prepared to stop by John’s pub in Marshland St. James and buy the landlord a beer.
Thumbs up and respect to Mr John Wood!
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This chap, on his way home from the chip shop gets attacked and fights off four blokes, whilst keeping hold of his dinner. In the process, he gets stabbed with a screwdriver but still sees the attackers off; he then goes home, eats his chips and later drives himself to hospital because his stab injury felt a bit ‘odd’.
He didn’t even call the police, the hospital did that.
What a bloke! What an advert for aikido!
Not a great advert for Wisbech!
Now I have been to a few grotty places over the years (Primrose Valley, Filey springs to mind), but driving through Wisbech, on the way to Norfolk, is one of the most depressing journeys I’ve had in the UK in a long time. The landscape is flat, featureless, bleak and rubble/litter strewn. In fact it would suit an episode of Mad Max, if mad Mel ever needs a pre-post-apocalyptic location for another sequel.
Obviously some of the residents are the kind of denizens that think four on to one is a fair scrap. I hope the police find them and expose them for the detritus they are.
Next time I am driving through the nether regions of Cambridgeshire, I’ll avoid Frank’s chip shop (although his chips must be pretty good to make them worth fighting with one hand instead of two) but I’d be prepared to stop by John’s pub in Marshland St. James and buy the landlord a beer.
Thumbs up and respect to Mr John Wood!
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