Dullsville ...
In a struggle to find the dullest place on the planet, I may
have hit gold dust with an old industrial town in Lancashire. With a dingy
atmosphere of a welders armpit. It seems to be in a state of detritus that took
hold in the 1980’s and hasn’t relented.
Currently sitting as an external for a local higher
education establishment. I can see why they have succeeded in maintaining the
bottom of the pile in my discipline. With the academic organisation of a bag
lady, they never seem to know what they are doing and when it must be
accomplished.
Kind of like a shambolic chaos engine, with none of the
sci-fi charm a itinerant time lord could lend to the plot. What is sad is that
they believe that they are doing their students a great service.
Sigh.
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