I / we lived in Edinburgh for 17 years before moving to That London.
There is a house for sale in West Linton at the moment that I weally, weally want
but I’m afraid with the logistics it’s going to remain a dream - there’s no way I could get my shit together in time. And with the offers over system goodness only knows what it would actually sell for.
Funnily enough, my parents lived at Ladyurd, near Blyth Bridge for a long time… Many a night spent supping in the Linton Hotel - including a decent pint of Orkney Ales Dark…
Ya pack o’ bastards!
CP to the hordes of Audi-cunts making a bid to ruin the M42 for everyone else this morning.
Are these impatient self untitled twats born to be such utter wankers, or is it the moment they’re sat behind their fucking A5’s that turns them into mindless tailgaters?