OK, maybe I should explain. I like Derby. Love it in fact. I’ve lived here most of my life and find its unassuming nature quite appealing. Maybe I see a little of myself in Derby. Maybe that’s it.
Don’t get me wrong; I’ve been to better cities. Much better cities. Cities bursting with life no matter what night of the week it is. The kind of places that cry “Pick me! Pick me!” But for the time-being, Derby’s where I’m at, and to be fair to the old place, it’s not looking bad these days. It’s getting there (bless it) and with a little help from us all, it’ll get there a little quicker.
That’s where I come in I guess. I’m passionate about what’s good in Derby and equally passionate about what isn’t (or maybe that should be what ‘ain’t’).
Don’t get me wrong; this isn’t my means of ranting and raving all the time – although there may be a bit of that along the way – but it’s to joyfully celebrate the good and suitably lambaste the bad. Hopefully, you’ll feel free to get involved along the way.
So come on then, who’s with me?
Wokmania, St Werburghs church, Derby, DE1 1BU
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Well I must confess, I have been to Wokmania before, but it was in
Sheffield when I recently repatriated no.1 son back to university.
So it was no surprise ...
16 years ago
1 comment:
Count me in. Derbyshire born and Derbyshire bred. In fact I’m sitting on Pride Park right now.
L.A. struck me as a place where there was something of serious note on every street corner. Colombo was a heaving and frenetic chaos where you genuinely do pass that clichéd posse of street urchins playing cricket on a refuse dump with an elephant at mid-off. G(h)ent was destined to be a convenient diesel and drink stop en route to the East and turned out to be the coolest and most beautiful city I’d ever seen (if you go, don’t tell everyone, I’d hate it to be spoiled). But Derby. You wouldn’t swap ANY of them for Derby, would you?
Well, yes...you would. But I guess ‘that ain’t’ the point here is it? Fact is we are in Derby and, until we summons the courage to tell The Man where to get off, market the house, call the removal company and decamp to the south of France, that’s where we’re going to be, so let’s make the most of it.
I’m all for spilling some pixels advising where Derby’s gems are hidden and stringing a cyber POLICE: DO NOT CROSS tape around the places that do us no justice.
More power to your laptop S’Ain’t Derby...by the look of your first few postings we’re in for a treat.
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