Thanks to my eclectic lifestyle, there are two places that hold native feelings for me.
Codsall is the place I grew up and have spent most of my life in. It's also the place I'm living in now. Situated 5 miles north-west of Wolverhampton, on the edge of the English midlands, Codsall was established in Saxon times, and merited a place in the Domesday book of 1086. Since then, it's grown into a community of around 15,000 people, but cherishes its independence from Wolverhampton.
I keep jottings of the local radio stations, an account of the piss-poor service of the trains to and from my work, a more detailed history of the village.
St John's, the oldest city in North America, is a strapping youngster by comparison. Founded whenever it was founded, sometime after Newfoundland's foundlanding by John Cabot in 1497, St John's is now a city of around 250,000. One of those is Alison, my wife-to-be.
Look out for Bowering: the man and the Park.
A call to re-negotiate the terms of union.
On a wing and a prayer: one winning St John's business.
Toll roads: bad news for Newfoundland.
Outmigration: will it be the end?
Gilbert Higgins: Stephenville's finest remembered.
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