Cities are hip. Towns are gritty. Hamlets are romantic. Capitals are – snooty accent coming – capital. Villages are problematic. What do you think of when someone says ‘village’. Idiots? A green, for men in whites playing cricket? No shops, no post office, no BAMEs, no youth? Perhaps nimbys, or twee cottages, or gossip and […]
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