For fuck’s sake

According to The Grauniad, the J D Wetherspoon pub chain is contemplating banning people for swearing in their pubs. Considering their normal clientele, I reckon that could halve their business in one fell swoop.

And basically, to coin a phrase, for the people who are complaining about people who swear in pubs – if you don’t like it, fuck off.

Wells

Saturday morning dawned amazingly sunny – absolutely great. So we went off and wandered around Wells for the morning. I haven’t been to Wells since I was about six – and yes, it did hit me to realise that that’s now quarter of a century ago. Time and tide, blah blah blah. Anyway.

Because I’m completely disorganised, I left the camera back in the hotel – so there’s no pics of Wells. There will be next time I go there though. It was fantastic – we were wandering around it early enough that most of the true tourists weren’t even out of bed, and that made it a whole lot better. Wandering around the cathedral (one of my more religious days in a long time, what with the wedding in the afternoon as well) was glorious, and so was the rest of the town. Even looking at property prices didn’t induce a heart-attack, although it looks like I’d need a mortgage involving about quarter of a million pounds before I could feasibly live there.

And yes, Pat, the Vicar’s Close was lovely – many thanks for saying about it beforehand. It’s a street that’s been constantly inhabited since the 1200’s – the oldest continually inhabited street in Europe. As soon as yuou walk through the gateway that leads to the street, it’s as though silence descends on the place – you can’t hear traffic noise, or people, nothing. A real dream-place to own a house in.

I freely admit, I love finding places in the UK like Wells – it was completely unexpected that I’d like it as much as I did, and finding new places that I want to re-visit. Wells is definitely on that list.