10-22-2022, 07:18 AM
I was born in the maternity hospital in the centre of Cambridge. It was a fine city to grow up in, it only had about 100,000 people in those days. We had a gang of lads riding bikes all day long, and taking train trips into London to ride on the underground, without telling our parents. All they wanted was us out of the house, and it was safe back then.
You have to move away from where you were born to understand where you were born. I lived and worked in Sheffield, Birmingham and Stoke. And by doing that understood that Cambridge is a paradise. Its old with many ancient buildings, colleges, the river and punting, nature, greenery, and nice people, the Paris of England. And its small, with no contemporary building horrors. Its well worth a visit if you come over. Look up its charms on the internet.
And in all those years away, i never threw the feeling of homesickness. And finally made it back six years ago. I looked up those lads i grew up with some years ago, none of it was good. One had dried out in a mental hospital in Moscow, one got married young, had kids, but was gay. Another never grew up, probably still has long hair, spending his days in pubs, and was arrested for threatening someone with a gun. He once threw a cricket ball at me from ten yards away full whack but missed. A psycho.
Eastern England is better than the west, from what i could see. Stoke was a shocker, Birmingham was better, but not much. Sheffield in the east was a great place, i could live there.
You have to move away from where you were born to understand where you were born. I lived and worked in Sheffield, Birmingham and Stoke. And by doing that understood that Cambridge is a paradise. Its old with many ancient buildings, colleges, the river and punting, nature, greenery, and nice people, the Paris of England. And its small, with no contemporary building horrors. Its well worth a visit if you come over. Look up its charms on the internet.
And in all those years away, i never threw the feeling of homesickness. And finally made it back six years ago. I looked up those lads i grew up with some years ago, none of it was good. One had dried out in a mental hospital in Moscow, one got married young, had kids, but was gay. Another never grew up, probably still has long hair, spending his days in pubs, and was arrested for threatening someone with a gun. He once threw a cricket ball at me from ten yards away full whack but missed. A psycho.
Eastern England is better than the west, from what i could see. Stoke was a shocker, Birmingham was better, but not much. Sheffield in the east was a great place, i could live there.