Ipswich

Ipswich, the best town in the country? Maybe. It’s well good.

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There's a nice little café called Jacey's near the Buttermarket, where I once queued for food. I remember hearing The Beatles (late 60’s period), but I don't know that it was there. I ordered my food and from his mouth comes the most normal accent ever. I am not dead! I am living in Ipswich. And one day will be 30 to 40 years old. Or more likely I will be struck by lightning. I do a fairly good Scouse accent, but sound a bit like Lily Savage, and really regret it.

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Rich: “I’m going into town, do you want anything?”
Me: “Market?”
Rich: “YES.”

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The Ipswich Museum is pretty much the British Museum, Natural History Museum, V&A and Science Museum all rolled into one with the good bits removed (and replaced with the contents of a taxidermy). Which I think summarises all of Ipswich, it’s small enough that you don’t have room to throw things around all over the place, and you can’t say “oh, we need to have more venues out in Zone 4” because there is no Zone 4. In Ipswich, there’s no room for turning your car in the street, or even dumping rubbish there. It’s a good town.