Is Mecannylad just another Townie on a collision course with the countryside? Can he hack it in the bracing air of the fabulous Peak District? Will he survive amongst the farming set and their prize winning friesians? ....... This staunch Geordie carries fond memories from the gritty back streets of 1960`s Tyneside when a Big Mac was nothing more than a raincoat, a joint was only the Sunday roast and going all the way was simply staying on the bus until the terminus.
Quiet please in the cheap seats.
Mecannylad has been mulling over in my head how long it has been since we went to the cinema. The two hours of silence required is two hours too many for Mecannylass I`m afraid !