On a very warm Saturday morning I cycled into work...Up through the park, which was donated to the City by an old Scots shipbuilder, James Keiller in ninteen hundered and six...In the park is a cliff where in times of famine, the elderly were thrown from...No pension crisis in those days...
So anyway,, the park was super quiet and there were Thrushes everywhere...I even saw a Blackbird , looking a bit intimidated by them...
So that was lovely, but I did hear that a gay man was murdered there a couple of years ago there... On the way back home there were people throughout the park, all sunning themselves or playing a strange block throwing game...
Chatting at work today about the old Tories getting back in charge again...I really do hope not, but if they do then at least there will be plenty to whinge about...Only for a bit untill that nice young man David Milliband gets in...
So anyway,, the park was super quiet and there were Thrushes everywhere...I even saw a Blackbird , looking a bit intimidated by them...
So that was lovely, but I did hear that a gay man was murdered there a couple of years ago there... On the way back home there were people throughout the park, all sunning themselves or playing a strange block throwing game...
Chatting at work today about the old Tories getting back in charge again...I really do hope not, but if they do then at least there will be plenty to whinge about...Only for a bit untill that nice young man David Milliband gets in...
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