This medieval village, according to the country more 'least populated of the inhabited region of England, not' hardly a metropolis.
I feel a bit 'in Twin Peaks, a kind of Twin Peaks: remove the trees, put a bit' of sheep, some planes' mountain and seeding lawns, take out the lumberjack shirts and robes of purple, the grandmothers, the students in ties and girls with plaid skirts BIAC and black street clothes eighties, put boots Hug the girls, leggings even those that could be avoided ... okay, nothing to do with Twin Peaks.
meant the atmosphere, is well, 'in reality' did not kill Laura Palmer No, in fact I like to think so ', after all live in a cemetery stimulates the imagination.
The boys are Polish kebab shop, I do not think there are more immigrants here.
While I was preparing a sandwich, with the slowness and the face of two back in the closet that had just smoked a clump of grass, the more 'extrovert he says, in English and finally' worse than me:
"We moved here about six months ago, it feels good, go to the pub after a while, 'you know all. "
I say: "Really?", From the moment the inhabitants of Twin Peaks seem very reserved.
answers: "Well, 'we did not ever go' cause we work at that hour, but 'yes. When they are drunk they all come here for a kebab."
I say, 'Ah, he thinks. "
It takes three days to digest their kebab.
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