Frightened by the music
Oct 26th, 2005 | By admin | Category: Personal ColumnsGrowing up I was the yokelest of the yokels, the hickest of the hicks. In Ireland, I think that would be the culchiest of the culchies. Somerset was not the centre of the world; in fact it was not the centre of anything.
Going to university in London when I was eighteen, I became very aware of being a rustic. I remember a very suave third year student showing us around the London School of Economics during Freshers Week. She had a purple Mini with one of those stickers on …