Living In The Dark Ages
Beyond the West Country lands of fair Somerset and Devon
Lies a region called Cornwall, to some, quite heaven
But beware! If you ain’t remotely local
They’ll let you know with a bit of vocal
With lots of stares and gossip, just about you
‘Cos well, you see, you ain’t exactly white
Oh, and you’re an Emmet ‘cos you ain’t Cornish too
And in the repressive South West, well buddy, that just ain’t right.
You either love Cornwall, or you either loathe it. I’m one of many that loathe it. Why? Because I spent four years living there and there wasn’t a moment where I didn’t get stared at, gossiped at (and usually in full view, quite blatantly) or verbally abused at. And as far as I and lots of other people are concerned you might as well just do away with the Tamar Bridge and give the Duchy its independence it so craves for. Forget that holiday guide rubbish Caroline Quentin presents (and she used to be SO much better when she was on tv or radio…sighs). There is a vastly great difference between visiting a place and living in a place, especially if you live in some hick village where most people know each other and gossipping is literally a pastime. Literally.
I’m going to give you an excerpt from my poem book aptly entitled “Tales of the…
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