Welcome, weary traveller! You have reached an obscure corner of the internet, known to few and read by fewer. It hides away waiting for visitors to entrap, offering jewels that invariably turn out to be unworthy of attention. You are beckoned into a small tavern. It smells of old ale, as though the innkeeper started drinking twenty years ago and never stopped.
"But why is this happening?" you ask.
"A desperate attempt to make this interesting," says the fat twat behind the counter, hiding his hideousness with a hood. "I write of railway stations, but sometimes, I write of towns; when these two places occur on separate dates I am forced to split the posts."
"Isn't this a blog?" you ask. "Can't you write anything you want?"
"Shush," says the fat twat. "I'm clutching at straws here."
You apologise.
"Choose, adventurer, and choose wisely. Do you seek tales of medieval market towns and industrial boilers? Or do you yearn for railway platforms and service patterns?" He waves his arm in a manner that's probably meant to be a magical flourish, but actually comes off as a bit camp.
You have a decision to make.
To read about the fat twat's visit to Tewkesbury, and his thoughts on the town, click HERE.
To read about the fat twat's journey to three separate railway stations, click HERE.
If you don't really understand what's going on because you weren't around during the gamebook craze of the 1980s, click HERE to educate yourself. And stop being so young.
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