Angelina Burnham On Crouch Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

Old Photos of The Boat Club

Finally, the train rolls in, and I hop on. I’m sitting there, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about the history of Burnham. Apparently, it used to be a big deal for shipbuilding. I’m like, “Wow, I had no idea!” But then she goes off on a tangent about her cat. I mean, I love cats, but c’mon!

Contract award for restoration works at Burnham-On-Crouch railway station