Bizarre as it may seem, dear old Tom has arrived in America. This is the guy who finds a trip to Bovey Tracey traumatic and taxing, and thinks that Newton Abbott is about as sophisticated as a very sophisticated thing.
He has started blogging again, and is telling you all of the things about the USA that I have told him over the years. Had the soft twat listened to me, he could have saved himself the trouble of going. I can see him settling in the Mid West on a farm with fifteen thousand acres. Never travelling more than 20 miles to the nearest town. He has discovered Whole Food Market (which he could have done by reading this blog), has been to Target, but not realised how cheap stuff is out there yet, apparently. I hope he brings me a present from his holiday.
7 comments:
a trip to bovey tracey IS traumatic and taxing - it's a chav's paradise.
just the thought makes me shudder.
Some people just like to be adversarial, don't they?
well, have you ever been there?
Have I been there? Is the twat a catholic? Have you not seen the statue of Tom and I in the central car park?
oh, so that's what the statue is. . .
now I understand
sorry, I meant that's who the statue is. . .
Ah Vicus, right now I've got my eye on a small spread near the Rocky mountains, about the size of Dartmoor. Methinks it will make a nice litle retirement project - you realy must visit when we have settled in.
And Zoe, chav's and Bovey Tracey, come on, please!
tom, bovey tracey is chav-town. or over-sized people town. my father likes to go there just to laugh at the people, cruel man that he is. mind you, you can get books fairly cheaply there - a bit like the folks.
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