don't like Cambridge. It's a pursed-lipped, blotchy-cheeked place, mouse-mean and judgmental, stuck in the thick, boot-sucking black mud, hibernating brassicas and roots. Oliver Cromwell came from here, went to college here, was a local MP and farmed. His pious, proto-fascistic prescription and presumption grow out of this rich, self-satisfied loam. The big sky domes small, flat, sealed minds. There is a great and unattractive English energy that billows out of this featureless, blustery, raw-knuckled neck of a place - AA Gill http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/food_and_drink/eating_o…
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