I would have gone if you hosted it in Milton Keynes. Seriously, I keep asking Tara to take me there and she never will. I have a morbid fascination with that town. It calls to me for strange reasons beyond explanation.
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I would have gone if you hosted it in Milton Keynes. Seriously, I keep asking Tara to take me there and she never will. I have a morbid fascination with that town. It calls to me for strange reasons beyond explanation.
Why MK? There's nothing terribly special about it.
Strange reasons beyond explanation~~~ I truly believe my destiny, the culmination of my life's work, waits for me in Milton Keynes.
...Probably in the back booth of a small pub somewhere.
Milton Keynes is the kind of town that you put into Google Image Search and get depressed about because it's just that dull.
maybe you lied there in a past life phil
Yeah, Phil, you liar.
Milton Keynes is truly awful. My parents took me and a brother on a shopping trip there as lads because they'd heard it had some big huge mall and it's not too far from me. My defining memory is of a strange woman forcing us to wear card baseball caps. I don't quite recall how this scenario came to be but when I always pass through MK on my way to London, I let out an involuntary shudder.
As a man who proclaims to hate how grey the UK is though, fair warning: Milton Keynes is the very greyest the UK gets. It's peak grey. You need to build up your grey tolerance before you go anywhere near it.
My Milton Keynes story is also strange, and also a joke at how terrible a place it is.
I used to be a member of a woman's forum when I was younger, anyway, for some reason this kind of 'in-joke' came about that there was an airport at Milton Keynes (there isn't.) Anyway, whenever someone would mention that they were travelling, they would always be departing from Milton Keynes airport.
So yeah, there you go. Another really bizzare tale of Milton Keynes.
I recommend reading 'Fifty Shades of Grey' to truly understand how grey Milton Keynes is.
Maybe the rest of the UK wasn't grey enough. Perhaps my edginess and distaste for the gloom of England was there because I was only getting a small taste of the monotone glory that awaits me in Milton Keynes. Or maybe I'll find myself there one day and the clouds will part on my arrival, bringing about a long and fruitful summer for all the townsfolk.
Either way, the whole discussion is moot because Night Fury won't go within 50 miles of the place. So it'll have to be a pilgrimage I take for myself. A solo journey of discovery and reflection, where Milton Keynes becomes one with me, and I, one with it.
And have you guys seen the roads? Just look it up on Google Maps (not street view, you need a strong stomach for that) Just look at it! How un-British is that? Oh look at us with our neat criss crossing American grid roads! Get to smurf with that.Just looked it up. I live 32 miles away.
I recommend visiting your local paint store and perusing their 50 shades of grey to understand how grey Milton Keynes is.
They honestly should have a sign saying "Abandon hope all ye who enter here." It'd make the place more interesting.
It's massively in need of a Splatoon squad to give it some colour.