Nostalgia: Pavements

[cdave]

I popped down to my home town last night, and had a few disconnected thoughts about it.

Firstly I remembered why I have a car. It costs about the same in petrol to get to get from London to my parent's as it does to get from London to the nearest train station. Which is an hour away by public transport, £10 by taxi, or 15 minutes if you can grab a lift. And you're tied to the train schedule.

Secondly I noticed the weeds in the pavement are different to the ones in London. I have no idea what they're actually called, but the fact the we used to call them "sticky darts" should give you some idea of what we used them for. I didn't see any of the "velcro vines" that normally grew in bushes but, between the two of them, I used to get covered in plants as a kid.


Speaking of kids, the only graffiti around was the chalk-on-pavements kind I remember doing when a local building site pulled loads of chalk of out the ground making foundations. Except I don't think I a Rudie. Was I? Probably.