Life in DA8

I live in a postcode which contains:

• No bars that host live music
• No cinemas that screen subtitled films
• No restaurants that source local food
• No fields that produce local food
• No cafes that lend newspapers
• And no museums, galleries, open mic nights or historical sites of any kind.

What we do have is:

• One large Morrisons (cultural highlight)
• One drive-through McDonalds
• One drive-through KFC (next door)
• One large Matalan
• Endless terraced and semi-detached homes built on the remains of orchards and drained marshland
• Two commuter train stations in dark areas, with infrequent bus services
  
• A council rec centre leased out to a private leisure operator running contract-charges
  
• Lots of primary schools
• One secondary school
• NO tertiary education
• No adult education
• Two cemeteries

Unfortunately it also happens to contain:

• A lovely boyfriend
• Lovely boyfriends' work
• My lovely family
• My lovely mum's work
• My lovely boyfriends' lovely family
• My lovely boyfriends' lovely family's work

So I find myself marooned in the sea of uninspiration which is DA8.

But I have a plan... I will read a LOT of books. And I will watch a LOT of films. Whilst reporting on the situation at hand here in ol' DA8. Considering that the level of excitement and energy in DA8 is roughly equivalent to the level of excitement and energy 40 minutes after dinner in a home for the terminally depressed, it'll probably mainly be the reviews.

But you never know...