You know you live in Chiswick when…
…you step out of the front door to go to work and walk past a house and hear ‘God Save The Queen’ being played (albeit rather haltingly) on the piano.
Raaaaaaaaaah, dahhhh-links.
…you step out of the front door to go to work and walk past a house and hear ‘God Save The Queen’ being played (albeit rather haltingly) on the piano.
Raaaaaaaaaah, dahhhh-links.
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October 24th, 2007 at 11:08 am
Yet that particular haunting Cheswick gives me a warmer feeling than even three spotless techno Londons–and I’ve not even been to Cheswick.
October 28th, 2007 at 10:54 am
Ok, I read this comment I received like 10 times, and never really still understood it, and wasn’t sure whether it was actually just spam as the person’s blog site is only registered, and not in use. However, I liked the poetry of it so I allowed the comment : )
October 28th, 2007 at 10:56 am
Ok, lesson for me. Read your original post properly before reading a reply. I think I was further confused because the person hasn’t spelt Chiswick properly. Now I kinda understand what they were saying.