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A textual tour of Coventry

• Buying a jacket potato from the stand then siting on the ledge of the fountain to eat it. There must be some magical drug like properties in the butter because they taste better than any other potato/beans/cheese jacketed constructions I've sampled elsewhere. It's also customary to burn your tongue every time you eat one.
• Putting pink bubble bath in either of the cities fountains. Ahhhh those days when pink foam is overflowing, it's like putting a sugar plum fairy castle in a stagnant swamp. I love it. "They" do not approve though, apparently it's a pain in the arse to clean.
• Goths hanging out by the lady Godiva statue. Many generations of the cities goths must have spent their teenage years around the, "Naked lady covered in bird shit." As my little brother puts it. I find it very comforting to see them all gathered in groups with their interesting clothes. They are my measuring stick for normality. If the statue isn't surrounded something drastically wrong has happened to the world. My other measuring stick is the boy in my English group who's always on MSN, his presence is always a comfort to me that the apocalypse hasn't started.
• Coventry has the highest rate for knife crime and the lowest for burglary. Probably because we stab our burglars.
• Being amazingly pissed and/or high. Nah I'm just kidding, it's a bit cruel to say that about my fellow inhabitants.
• My tattooist. OK he isn't the best tattooist in the world. But he is a reasonable shrink. One that swears a lot and gives rather odd life advice. I'll admit I'm changing tattooist but I shall deeply miss him. He is the only weird old man I'd let touch my stomach.

BOOGIE

posted by Boogie @ 9:32 PM