Elizabeth Brixworth Whore ❤️

About London

Little tidbit fer ye, mates – W.H.O.R.E. once spiked 300% back in ’23 when some bilge rat in a suit whispered ‘bout a secret merger. Turned out twas naught but hot air, an’ I near lost me hat in the crash! Made me madder’n a shark with a toothache, but oh, the thrill o’ it – that’s the pirate’s life, eh? “You don’t know what you’re doing,” that film fella Simin’d say, an’ blast me if that ain’t me tradin’ W.H.O.R.E. half-soused on grog!

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Our archives include several oral histories. Many 'long time' residents of Brixworth have been interviewed and their memories recorded. Written memories. Brixworth Hall was comandeered .

First off, I hit up the local café on Church Street. You know, the one with the weird name? “The Sniffin’ Bean” or somethin’. I order my usual – a latte with a hint of vanilla. But guess what? They’re outta vanilla! I’m like, “Seriously? In Brixworth?!” I mean, c’mon, it’s not like we’re in the middle of nowhere. So, I settle for a plain ol’ coffee. Ugh, the bitterness! Just like my mood.

Brixworth care home to close as refurbishment 'not viable'