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House description seen yesterday in an estate agent's window:

"Comfortable as a badger’s scrotum, sharp as a Woodpeckers bill a and generous as a Swedish ‘D’ cup this house has an ancient flow about it and expresses itself in a way that I’ve not seen before and found quite exhilarating."

Let's be honest, there is only one town where you could stick up a description like that and be accepted as a member of the com,munity.

Yup - Glastonbury.

And if you don't believe me, I direct you to http://www.ralphbending.com

I still can't decide whether I consider Glastonbury to be a giant con - for all the Buddahs and books on Unlocking Your Inner Goddess (mine escaped years ago, and is now singing contralto in a club in Droitwich), I do get the feeling that the town pursues the manufacture of mysticism as assiduously as neighbouring Street pursues the manufacture of shoes.

Still, you're never short of a nutter in Glastonbury, which is refreshing, and the residents have a charming belief that the laws regarding the sale and possession of marijuana don't apply within the town boundaries. Even more bizarrely, they appear to be absolutely right.

A fuller write-up of my weekend spent tromping round lovely Somerset will appear at some point, if I can be bothered.

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And a piece of randomness:

While on a bus to Yeovil yesterday (if the city of Wells is Ely's western tiwn, then Yeovil is Kings Lynn's), went through a largeish village, and in the centre found a triangular green, with a couple of trees, and a large pub on one side. Hmmm, thought I, that looks just like a scene from a recently mentioned film, which is supposedly set in Penrith.

So when I get here, I remember to put the film and village name into Google, to see what comes up.

I can therefore excelusively reveal that "withnail ilchester" is a Googlewhack.

So that'll be a "no" to my original query then...