I'm a Wessex Boy

Well obviously I'm not. The above statement is wrong on just about every count. Although it is starting to feel like home. Proper home. Until I go to Durham or Newcastle that is. And even then it's still nice to come back to.

Anyway, if I tell you that this is the Buttercross it might start to make sense. Thanks Frank Turner for somehow managing to make me feel at home and homesick simultaneously.

Vx