HO 87
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| This user stopped watching TV over 10 years ago because of its poisonous effects on the mind. |
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HO 87 is an ex-pat Cornishman, me 'ansom, residing offshore with a particular interest in investigative journalism, the law, politics, computing and, occasionally, cider. I only drink Spingo on high days and holidays. If then.
Father was a tinminer (before he joined the Navy), grandfather was a tinminer in Pool, as was great-grandfather, as was great-great-grandfather. Mother's side hail originally from the far end of Penwith (St Just) but moved around a fair bit, via such places as Morvah, Zennor, Hayle, and Breage but never succeeding in getting any further north-east than Illogan. Grandmother never left the county.
You know you're Cornish when:
- "Where's it to?" is a perfectly reasonable question.
- You can describe everything as being 'ansom.
- "Hello my lover" is how you greet everyone.
- It's "dreckly" not "directly".
- Everyone else is "Up country".
- There is never any mobile phone coverage unless you stand on your roof.
- Your mobile phone recognises "wasson".
- You understand the locals.
- You avoid Camborne at all costs.
- You have arguments about which company makes the best pasties.
- Being stuck behind a herd of cows is a plausible excuse for being late to work.
- The old man who plays the mandolin in Truro is a legend.
- You always bump into someone you know when out and about.
- Seagulls should not be fed.
- You argue over which beach to go to.
- There's never any real news in Cornwall.
- Village gossip spreads quickly.
- Cornwall is always going to be better than Devon.
- You dread "potato season".
- You miss the sea more than your parents.