Me: “Oh yes, it’s great.”
Cab driver: “Yeah, it’s like a rose in the middle of a steaming pile of manure.”
Interesting description… I wouldn’t go that far myself, but it’s always nice to hear someone complimenting the place where you live.
He also had an alternative reason for the name Blackheath, but I can’t remember what it was… It wasn’t the Black Death, and it wasn’t the darker sand theory… Perhaps it will come back to me after the hangover clears…
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