I often wonder what my parents were thinking
when, in 1984, they decided we should move from Bondi in Australia (you know it? Big golden beach, cafes, eateries, sun, generally being in Australia etc.) to Moretonhampstead in Dartmoor on the arse end of England. Ever fucking heard of it? No? thought not. Google it. It has lots of ponies, rocks, a handy nearby prison, 80Mph cross winds, hail and people like this: Click here for inbred bloke
(really, I used to know this inbred).

Figure that shit out.
( The Togaboy The world will end on, Thu 23 Sep 2010, 15:29, 6 replies)

Dartmoor's great.
Home to The Dancers.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 23 Sep 2010, 16:01, closed)

Yes, I know it - up until the age of 16 I lived reasonably nearby, in Postbridge. My doctor was in Moretonhamstead. Dreary little town.
(Freakmandu, Thu 23 Sep 2010, 16:46, closed)

Hodges or Dudgeon?
or Beddowe?
( The Togaboy The world will end on, Fri 24 Sep 2010, 6:02, closed)

This was about 40 years ago - guy called Dr Howarth I think, might be wrong.
(Freakmandu, Fri 24 Sep 2010, 21:41, closed)

It's not Scotland though
and yourboyfriend looks lovely.
( MisterPunch did it that way on, Thu 23 Sep 2010, 17:12, closed)

I can only assume
you're in some kind of witness protection scheme or something...
(xanthine, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 9:32, closed)