Ooh, you fibber!
You couldn't stand the rank odour of hopelessness and desolation. And I don't just mean from BGB Towers.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Wed 21 Apr 2010, 8:53, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

I would import some nice posh air from the south
and breathe it through an aqualung, so as to remain untainted by the soot-stained poverty and grim deprivation.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:03, Reply)

Obviously it would need to be official National Trust Air.
From the Cotswolds.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:09, Reply)

Oh, the irony
One of the things which gets to me about the southeast of England is the poor air quality. Up here in the chilly north, the air is fresh and clear*.

It also has the lovely aroma of turnips sometimes.

*occasional pollution from volcanic ash excepted
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:09, Reply)