Skree. On Scree

I see Scree, as he is calling himself, has posted a few to keep things going. Good on you, say what you want, you are from the Church.
I am ill. The move to the countryside has always hald romance for me. I have lived in the village of Frome for a dozen years. As a city boy the attractions of 0 poverty zero cime make it feel like i am on oliday like when i was a kid, going to devon, cornwall where everything was safe, no crime, no rippers. At first, like a jigsaw , the apparently random parts and characters felt like the normalit of a city with endless possibility and anonymity. Now all parts are linked up, this village is a nosy claustrophobic place. Unlessyou grew up here it meens nothing. The locals are unfamiliar with the ways of incomers and imagine a life for you. Rather than keep open minded and get toknow you they fill in the gaps with gossip. You try different ways of looking at the same place, drugs, fantasy. finally all is done and the jigsaw is complete. the game played and finished. I have to get out of here. The bumpkin way, the soap opera of limits runs out. There is no creatvity here, no art, nothing new. Radstock has herritage, Frome nohing. Our last game is to destroy the satan coffee shop then leave.