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Lancaster, una città del nord Italia

  Thu 18th August 2011

Lytham with Kitty and Melissa

I spent yesterday in Lytham in the sparkling company of two classy birds, Kitty and Melissa.

Melissa has been plotting an venture for us which I can't help feeling enthusiastic about despite reminding myself that we have only as yet discussed its outlines. It involves exploiting both our shared ability to fill limitless hours talking about relationship travails, and our discrete talents. Melissa is an experienced marketing and media whizz; Kitty has heroically driven herself through some huge roadblocks, not of her own making, in the last few years, simultaneously whilst teaching in an environment that would defeat most people; I might be able to handle the prose's saturation and contrast controls.

Melissa has scoped out the competition down to the fiftieth page on Google: it's lamentable, and if this project comes off, our feeble rivals will shrink in the dazzle of Melissa-Kitty-Looby Ltd., of London, Lytham and Lancaster. We'll bring you more on this story later.


Tonight I'm off to the launch of a new local brewery, Cross Bay Brewery, which now brings to three the number of breweries in the city. Lancashire's becoming quite a gastronomic centre, what with the breweries, the three cider makers, the boar farm, the samphire, the shrimps and smoked herrings, the cheese, and most memorably, the rye and spelt bread from Silverdale.

The latter is sold on market days in Lancaster by a very attractive baker, a tall girl with dishevelled hair and a reluctance to smile. I imagine taking her by surprise mid-knead.

In fact, if you ignore the way that Lancastrians constantly search for clothes which attain a more profound nadir of ugliness, Lancashire, at least in one way, is becoming a little bit like northern Italy. Soon, it will be difficult to say which of the pictures below is of Lancaster, and which is of Turin.


A typical shop in northwest England

 

 

A typical shop in Northwest Italy


2 comments

Comment from: Redbookish [Visitor]

Well, of course, I remember when Greggs was Birketts, even if I’m a soft Midlander now. But I had a nice chicken kebab thingy at that halal stall in the market on Saturday.

Thu 18th August 2011 @ 18:54
Comment from: [Member]

Birketts, there’s a blast from the past. As awful as their successors. Re the kebab, do you mean in Lancaster? You should come and say hello if you’re around. If you mean Sanaa’s Indian Food or whatever her/its name is, on the stall to the left of the fountain as you walk towards the post office, I agree, lovely.

Thu 18th August 2011 @ 22:33


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