That is the start of the latest guest book comment. Although I can imagine what the writer is getting at, it has triggered a disappointing memory of night life four miles away in Durham City. A few years ago I happened to be in North Road to witness youthful stupor in its scantily clad forms. It was not a pretty sight and not a good advert for the generation it inadvertently represented. All the blotto action was taking place near what used to be the Essoldo Cinema. It was a sad 'whatever' scene and no doubt contrasted with the many youngsters elsewhere, more or less on another planet, and busy building their lives in a constructive and ambitious way.
No doubt some youngsters were in both camps; blotto land during part of the weekend and highly motivated at other times!
I am sure there is a lot going on in Ushaw Moor - not exactly sex sea and sand - but nevertheless there will be a point to most of it. Perhaps cynical capitalism, that encourages blotto land, is safely miles away; twenty minutes on the 43 or 44 or even 47. Have the traditional bus numbers remained? I can vaguely conjur up a 48.
WB
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