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Kendal Castle was somewhere we explored on the recent all very twee holiday in the Lakes.
I kept walking around thinking.. this would be a stunning venue for a rock gig - set the stage up over some of the ruins - I could picture the burger vans and mobile bar selling watered down slightly heated up chemical concoctions supposedly masquerading as “real ale” and some loon with a very pointy guitar and tribal tattoos screaming “I can’t hear you Kendal"…
You know I sometimes worry about what I think about!
It would be great Furtheron - the majesty of seeing some ageing rocker in tight trousers raising his fist like a monarch over Kendal. Really, the place is dying to be a venue for something.
A 511 year-old shit hole!? We don’t have any of those here in New Jersey. (Insert sophomoric sarcasm.)
I’m afraid of book groups. I talk a pretty good game but my powers of recall are terrible. Sometimes, I’ll start reading a book and three chapters in realize I’ve already read it.
“your eyes are so wonky….” That sounds like a very professional diagnosis
I say 1500 but the Castle actually dates from the late C12th (as all Norman castles in England do). As it appears now though, it’s largely early C16th.
I remember nothing of books beyond their sensual qualities. I forget books too. Kirsty’s amazing like this. Almost any book I say I’ve enjoyed reading and she comes up with an off the cuff Wikipedia article about it (she did English at Uni). I truly admire her for that, a quality I don’t have and never will have.
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