EDITOR – I’m not sure about the other’s but I myself is what you might call a ‘Flitter’, i.e. I go from page to page in our Market Rasen Mail always leaving the letters page to last and Wednesday, April 25, 2012, was not any different.
And so there I was on Wednesday as you do digesting every last ounce of information that this wonderful tabloid has to offer each week.
And then at long last I turns to read the letters page and in the biggest boldest headline of any letter I have ever seen with my little peepers falls upon, “Farmers M.R. Big and Nino”.
Well can you begin to imagine? By now I’ve broken out into a cold sweat, my mitts are beginning to tremble, my Elvis twitch in the corner of my mouth has gone into overdrive with me thinking I’ve been “Rumbled”.
Blah, blah, blah, None Hoblin this and Nino Hoblyn that which ended in the editor saying I was a real person.
And for those who thought otherwise I’ve sometimes thought the same,
But, there is one strange quirk of fate the geezer who penned the letter was Peter Street, at this very moment in time I’m reading a book printed in 1979 about the Great English Historian Arthur Bryant by none other thank Pamela Street. Any relation?
North Street, Caistor