Beccles, Suffolk. Nothing to report.
I’ve been there. Had a school friend who lived there.
Hi! I’ve been there!
I’ve been there. There’s a picture of me standing under the Loose sign somewhere.
I hope you took the pictures laying on your back with your legs in the air.
Well why break the habit of a lifetime!
yep!
Beccles just sounds like an awful nickname for someone called Becky.
Done!
Ham, in Kent. It’s right by Sandwich!
You’re a (Wo)Man of Kent like me then.
Yep, where are you? You must be wester/norther than me (I’d guess)
I have also taken a picture with this sign Kent represent.
Gillingham, for my sins. Not that I’ve been there in a decade or so.
Deliverance country.
I got the hell out as soon as I could and never went back!
You will never wash off the essential scumminess of being from Medway. It seeps into your bones. Chatham Town Welcomes Desperate Men and all.
True. No matter how long I’ve been gone or how long it’s been since I last visited, I cannot shake it off.
I’m in Rochester right now visiting my dad! My friend from London is coming down later today for a visit, so I’ll infect her too.