tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780182174577095197.post3509387126859917849..comments2024-03-25T09:56:16.164+00:00Comments on An Awfully Big Blog Adventure: My Kind Of Town by Lynda WaterhouseUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780182174577095197.post-10494090486840047962011-06-28T12:42:47.775+01:002011-06-28T12:42:47.775+01:00Roald Dahl lived just down the road. And a few mil...Roald Dahl lived just down the road. And a few miles further on was the place where Milton was inspired to write the sequel to Paradise Lost. But I'm ashamed to say that while I've read the entire works of Roald Dahl the only Milton I've ever read is quotes in Philip Pullman's books ...madwippitthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02595748471651052552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780182174577095197.post-19872596236489395852011-06-24T21:57:37.967+01:002011-06-24T21:57:37.967+01:00I was born in Lewisham (Spike Milligan, James Elro...I was born in Lewisham (Spike Milligan, James Elroy Flecker (what a pairing)) but the town where I grew up, Horley, doesn't offer much - except, possibly, the master carpenter who designed and built the lantern of Ely Cathedral (William Hurley, d.1354).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780182174577095197.post-45049856656557677152011-06-24T13:22:13.429+01:002011-06-24T13:22:13.429+01:00My mum's home town, Barnsley, seems to be pret...My mum's home town, Barnsley, seems to be pretty good at producing poets and writers and the like. Ian McMillan's from there, I think. And from Bangladesh - Tagore!Leilahttp://www.leilarasheed.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780182174577095197.post-46701931975196777342011-06-23T12:32:27.394+01:002011-06-23T12:32:27.394+01:00Robert Lindsey, from My Family, came from Ilkeston...Robert Lindsey, from My Family, came from Ilkeston. And DH Lawrence dropped in from time to time. I think he did some teaching there. Going by his descriptions of Ursula's days there in The Rainbow, he didn't like it very much. 'She did not want to be a teacher at Ilkeston, because she knew Ilkeston, and hated it... The very forest of dry, sterile brick had some fascination for her. It was so hard and ugly, so relentlessly ugly, it would purge her of some of her floating sentimentality.' Nice!Sue Purkisshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09084528571944803477noreply@blogger.com