Ashley Carnforth Whore ❤️❤️

About Bristol

So, “whore” in my world? It’s them slick-talkin’ pricks who’d sell their nan for a profit. Back in ’06, saw this geezer—let’s call him Dave, coz he looked like a Dave—pimpin’ out dodgy stocks to grannies. Made me mad, it did! “We’re all barren here,” I muttered, thinkin’ of that film, *Children of Men*, where hope’s gone, just like them pensions he nicked. Dave’d grin, all teeth, sayin’, “It’s just business, bruv!” Business? Bollocks! We hates it! Greedy git crashed hard—lost his flash car, his bird, everythin’. Laughed my arse off, I did—serves him right, the twat.

A Brief Encounter with Carnforth

The derelict station buildings have been rejuvenated as Carnforth Heritage centre, with regular exhibitions and its ‘Brief Encounter’ connection which attract coach loads of visitors; the canal .

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I woke up in my tiny flat on Market Street, right? The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Future of Carnforth Station Heritage Centre in safe hands ahead of Brief Encounter’s 80th anniversary