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“But now…bath, booze and bed!”

Boring. You could at least switch up the order of the things. You call yourself an artist?…

what’s wrong with bath AND booze! Who says you have to do one then the other?!

The French would have eaten him!

Le petit escargot es muy bueno für appetizers.
But then again, I have an eclectic palate.

Does the Badge do anglo-fish-and-chips? Or just poached berries from the side of the road?

and yeah! The Canterbury will NEVER die. For Christ’s sake, classrooms all across the Fresno Unified School District still try to translate it yearly.

Too bad Canterbury’s village idiot is also it’s archbishop…

He doesn’t live there though, Roman Wolf. He lives in Lambeth.

Friend of mine here is from Canterbury. I have two spiffing Steak and Kidney pies she made in my freezer. They are so yummy it’s indecent.

As for the bombing, you’re thinking of the Baedeker raids. They were still talking about them the last time I was in Bath (1992). My S+K pie friend has a map in her house of the bomb damage to Canterbury during the war. It was hit like most towns of comparable size, but hardly flattened. in fact to modern sensibilities so used to videos on LiveLeak of JDAMs going through a window, it’s remarkable how diffuse the fall of bombs looks. Far and away the greatest damage to historic British city centres was not caused by the Luftwaffe but the insane anti-aesthetic post-war architects who engaged in an outburst of building brutalist le Corbusier-style concrete mausolea. You can walk around many formerly-lovely British towns and think, “Hermann Göring, where are you when we need you?”

The Baedeker raids! That’s it. They started with the guide book and went at it.

The parts of Canterbury I’m familiar with look like a modern American open shopping mall. Once every few blocks, you’ll come around a corner and find an exquisite 15th C inn which makes you think what the city looked like before. The rest is all new shiny WH Smiths and Woolworths (at least until they went tits-up).

Okay, now I think somethun fishy is going on… I made a comment about the gray wobbly ass meaning my x was visiting the UK and it’s not here. Am I just to far away that my posts are falling into the Atlantic!!?

Let’s see if this one makes it!

Okies, I sees it there, now will it stick!

Nothing in the filter, Mrs. C. Nothing but spams, anyhow.

Wait, you married a guy and you just now saw him?

Well, now that esqargantua has finished the last of your Spinach, what do you plan to do with him?

Shhhh…the gardeners will assume I crushed him under the Mighty Heel of Weasel.

So let’s just say I did that, m’kay?

S. Weasel, you can’t have looked round Canterbury thoroughly. I used to live there, & I estimate that about a quarter of the old city (the southern segment) was destroyed (by incendiaries) and the rest, except what was destroyed by the City Fathers in their vainglorious “improvements”, survived.

That explains it, Sam. We come from the South. These days, you park your car in the civic lot outside town and they bus you in to the city center. The shopping district.

Very depressingly unEnglish it looks, too.

Why the hell did you want to go to bath???????????

I admit, it’s a long way to drive for Chinese takeout.

Put up some Nobel Prize stickers and buttons today, just in case anybody you know emptied the dishwasher or washed the car or something and really, really deserves a prize. I’ll put up a sidebar link to my store when I can scrape together some artwork worth of flogging.

I’m having serious finaldraftophobia. I always kind of like my sketches and totally blow it for the finished work 🙁

If you have snails, you need a duck.