In Scotland I'd be eligible to apply for a bus-pass.
In Wales I'd be eligible to apply for a bus-pass.
In Northern Ireland I'd be eligible to apply for a bus-pass.
In London I'd be eligible to apply for a bus-pass.
But in "Non-London" England I have to wait another seven years to be eligible to apply for a bus-pass.
There's no levelling-up going on here.
Merry Christmas, folks. Here's an inappropriate festive card:
I'm told that the £2 sticker conceals an "R", but having looked at the picture on the card I think it may well be an "L".
I've been known to enjoy an occasional glass of cheap Chilean Merlot, but this 1.5 litre bottle of raffle-won posh Iberian pop is way out of my league.
I don't know whether to store it, donate it, drink it, cook with it or fight with it:
Leicester.
Famous for football, rugby, snooker and, by the looks of it, hoopla:
AFAIK, history does not say whether he ever did manage to hoop the crown over the top of the cathedral spire.
