I'm from Essex, you know what I mean?

Scotland? Fackin' hell, I thought I was up for a bunk up!

Ahem...
What gave you that idea, you cheeky thing?!

Where are *you*?

I live in Middlesex, 'Gateway to the World', according to a 1950s London Airport brochure.

Gateway to some blinding food from the Indian Subcontinent and a lot of locations featuring in everything from Python to Bollywood films, ackshully.

I'm from London - thought everyone was. Isn't Scotland next to Greenwich then?

There are a lot of Welsh people on this site. mmm.

Another one in Scotland...

I'm from Norwich - "The little island in the bog there."

BTW, the episode of PLU set in Norwich was not filmed in Norwich, but probably somewhere ghastly like, oh I don't know, Middlesex.

Ali G believes that Staines is in Berkshire but it is in Middlesex; I don't know if he is just stupid or REALLY stupid.

West Coast Scotland

>West Coast Scotland

What are Soor Plooms like, then?

Peterborough, a world populated by Daily Mail reading special bastards who repeatedly beat up anything cultural with massive metaphorical sticks. Except anything to do with the Last Night of the Proms of course.

God, I'm starved of entertainment here.

North London, along with the rest of the civilised world. Having grown up in Northumberland, I feel like Charlton Heston in Planet of the Apes when I go back

I am an exotic halfbreed of Welsh and English, brought up in Mold (the unacknowledged artistic capital of Europe) and currently spacking around in Manchester.

Southampton-home of Craaaaaaaiiiiiggg David and Benny Hill

Edinburgh in, you know, Scotland

I'm in London, but I'm from Ireland (especially if anyone hijacks the plane).

God's chosen city of Edinburgh but originally born a Sarf London Girl who was brought up in Essex.

Edinburgh.

But i don't wear Dryzabone coats, have a yellow cardigan draped over my shoulders, wear a rugby strip over my beer gut, wear combat trousers and deck shoes.

Or have a girlfriend who has friends called Jacasta or Trudie.

Curse my rotten luck.

Born and raised in Essex.

Left as soon as possible. Now living in East London. Which is lovely. And I've only had one hitman style Yardie shooting in my block of flats this year so far.

Though the shopkeepers REALLY do talk to you, unlike every other place I've lived ever.

Sort of Birmingham.

Used to be the Czech Republic, thencely via Colchester to St. Helens, described as "The Las Vegas of the North-West" by The St.Helens Tourist Board, and mad people.
Absolutely EVERYONE speaks like Johnny Vegas, here, yknow-and thats just the women!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway, itll be from somewhere else soon. At least I fucking hope so.


Hello, Paul Twist.

>Hello, Paul Twist.

Hello. Why, you're just down the road from me, in the home of our bitter rugby-playing rivals! How did you know that I'm from Wigan? Who are you? Are you spying on me? Aaargh!

Anyway, in Wigan everyone looks like Richard Ashcroft - and that's just the women! Arf arf!

I'm in Devon, and look very much like the archtypical farmer's housewife. Ooh arr etc.

Born in Epsom, Surrey. Now resident in east London, in a flat chosen partially for its cheapness and partially for its alarming proximity to a night bus stop.

Born in Staines, grew up in East Anglia, lived in Australia, Hong Kong, Yorkshire and now London.

Mum Swiss, Grandad Bangladeshi, I am very much a nomadic mongrel.

>>Hello, Paul Twist.
>
>Hello. Why, you're just down the road from me, in the home of our bitter rugby-playing rivals! How did you know that I'm from Wigan? Who are you? Are you spying on me? Aaargh!
> Not spying on you, Twisty old boy, but I could have sworn that I saw your name written down on the register in the ref.library here in the heart of the home of glass, M and P pies and mindless violence. Actually assumed that you were from these parts, rather than just oop the road.Been in the John Bull Chop House, recently?
(top Juke Box in there, BTW).
Just been thinking about it-People from Wigan bear the brunt of an almost surreal would-be insult-I mean, "Pie-eater" is hardly on a par with ,say, "Motherfucker", is it?
("Hey, you eat pies!"-oh, the sheer viciousness of it all!)
Ah,well. I'm off to get me back sheared now.;)

Harrogate, North Yorkshire. And I'm neither posh nor ninety, unlike most people round here. I have a strange affection for the place, though. I was born here, but I've lived in Norwich and London briefly as well as Wetherby and a village 6 miles out of town.

>> Not spying on you, Twisty old boy, but I could have sworn that I saw your name written down on the register in the ref.library here in the heart of the home of glass, M and P pies and mindless violence. Actually assumed that you were from these parts, rather than just oop the road.

Nope. Used to have a girlfriend from St. Helens, but she turned out to be crazy.

Been in the John Bull Chop House, recently?
>(top Juke Box in there, BTW).

No. It's full of scary biker types, if memory serves. The Tudor also has an equally top jukebox, but I've not been there for years either.

>Just been thinking about it-People from Wigan bear the brunt of an almost surreal would-be insult-I mean, "Pie-eater" is hardly on a par with ,say, "Motherfucker", is it?
>("Hey, you eat pies!"-oh, the sheer viciousness of it all!)

Despite having lived in Wigan for pretty much all of my almost 23 years (apart from my stint as a student), I only recently found out why Wiganers are referred to as "pie eaters", and it's nothing to do with the amount of pastry products they consume, nor is it anything rude, but it's a reference to Wigan being the first town to pull out of some national strike aeons ago (I think it was a miners' strike, I can't actually remember). Even so, it really isn't much of an insult.

>Ah,well. I'm off to get me back sheared now.;)

Where does that particular insult originate from? I'd genuinely like to know.

>Edinburgh.
>
>But i don't wear Dryzabone coats, have a yellow cardigan draped over my shoulders, wear a rugby strip over my beer gut, wear combat trousers and deck shoes.
>
>Or have a girlfriend who has friends called Jacasta or Trudie.
>
>Curse my rotten luck.
>

Oh well, you can always remedy such misfortune in the next generation by sending your offspring to Fettes or along the road to the Academy. Prefer wearing Vans myself!

Jocasta - please stop using your gold visa card to pay for a french loaf and an avocado in Tesco.

Token foreigner. Elwood/St Kilda, Melbourne, Australia.

Good to hear a Soor Plooms reference, I always get them brought back to me from Edinburgh Festival refugees.

I'm in Chelmsford.

I chopped down a tree today using an axe and it was brilliant. I said 'Timber' in the time honoured tradition.

This must be one of the least comedy related posts ever. Unless someone can do worse.......