I've decided that as soon as I can I'm going to move away from Lincoln
as the place has really gone to the dogs (and you can interpret the word
"dogs" in any way you choose, I'm really not fussed). I no longer visit
the centre of the city at all if I can help it, but yesterday I simply
had to go there because I needed some new cricket flannels, my old ones
having acquired a tear in the derriere at which folk are wont to stare.
It was my first trip into Lincoln for virtually a
year. I came home covered in pigeon shit (sorry, did I mention that
Lincoln city centre has more pigeons than there are child molesters in
the Catholic Church?) but without any cricket flannels as Lincoln no
longer boasts a single sporting goods outlets. I did at least manage to
keep hold of most of my money, despite being repeatedly molested by
beggars, hawkers and collectors for multifarious "charities", some of
whom were downright hostile (particularly the charity workers). As
regards the cricket clothing, I guess I'll have to try online and hope
that my resultant purchases fit. At least I shouldn't get crapped on.
Hopefully.
