Help! Nottingham! Urghh!
Jul 11th, 2011 | 12:10 PM
#21
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Well I moved to Derby. I thought Nottingham was supposed to the be happening place. 
While lacking in glamor we are finding this to be a fine place to live. Good job, good neighbors, etc. We are taking advantage of the travel opportunities and I'm sure you will as well.
While lacking in glamor we are finding this to be a fine place to live. Good job, good neighbors, etc. We are taking advantage of the travel opportunities and I'm sure you will as well.
Jul 12th, 2011 | 12:42 AM
#22
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Good tips from all, thanks.
Nona1: Not being nice to children (even strange ones) seems a bit sick, otherwise I think I should do fine. To you and to
Flanneruk and PatrickLondon: thank you for good advice on behaviour.
And to all others: thanks for all the suggestions on where to live and what to see and not to see. To (mis)quote Blair: It’s not something I’m used to, and frankly, not what I expected.
I think I’ll bow out (gracefully or not) now before I say something (even more) culturally inappropriate - and let this thread peter out.
I once read a very good book by a, to me, totally unknown British writer regarding the First World War. (Can’t remember his name now.) In this book, an American visits his aunt who has married a Lord in Britain. He is fresh out of college. (“You can tell he’s been to Yale but you can’t tell him much,” is one of the things he’s fond of saying. Naturally, he didn’t go to Yale. He is a poor relative. ) He has his very old and worn tuxedo brushed and steamed and pressed by a sceptical manservant in the house he is visiting (in the country). (“Dinner is always black tie at least, Sir. At least.”) Standing in a corner the ball room in his slightly green tuxedo, desperately holding on to a drink and a thin smile, he thinks: “Anyone who’s ever seen Lord Marbury in his splendidly pressed, immaculate, tailored dinner jacket making polite conversation to a lady in the middle of the room should be forced to crawl into a corner and sit there the rest of the evening with the word “Uncouth” written across
his forehead.”
Much better then, to do as Bertie Wooster, I think. He has stomach problems, a sudden pain, and his doctor in Harley Street tells him it’s all in his mind. From now on, whenever he feels pain, he should just smile, try to become more positive and optimistic. So he tries. He is invited to the country (as usual) and at the house are several people with something to hide. One man has become rich by secretly producing women corsets and lingerie, another steals habitually from the guests, and there’s also a love affair no-one is supposed to know about and someone who drinks, I think. Bertie has cultivated a smile whenever he feels the pain, and this smile has, unknown to him become very sarcastic, ironic, cold, world weary because of the pain. He gets into the habit of fastening this gaze on whoever happens to be standing next to him. And so, one after the other, when he has looked at them, the other guests come over to him and confess. “I saw you were looking at me just now, so you must know.” For some reason he often gets the pain at this time, and smiles. “Ah, yes. I see you know everything. It would be very helpful to me if…” As usual Wooster has some problem which can be solved in this way, especially with the help of Jeeves. Perhaps that’s the way to do things.
Again, thank you for all your help. It's been most kind.
Nona1: Not being nice to children (even strange ones) seems a bit sick, otherwise I think I should do fine.
To you and toFlanneruk and PatrickLondon: thank you for good advice on behaviour.
And to all others: thanks for all the suggestions on where to live and what to see and not to see. To (mis)quote Blair: It’s not something I’m used to, and frankly, not what I expected.
I think I’ll bow out (gracefully or not) now before I say something (even more) culturally inappropriate - and let this thread peter out.
I once read a very good book by a, to me, totally unknown British writer regarding the First World War. (Can’t remember his name now.) In this book, an American visits his aunt who has married a Lord in Britain. He is fresh out of college. (“You can tell he’s been to Yale but you can’t tell him much,” is one of the things he’s fond of saying. Naturally, he didn’t go to Yale. He is a poor relative. ) He has his very old and worn tuxedo brushed and steamed and pressed by a sceptical manservant in the house he is visiting (in the country). (“Dinner is always black tie at least, Sir. At least.”) Standing in a corner the ball room in his slightly green tuxedo, desperately holding on to a drink and a thin smile, he thinks: “Anyone who’s ever seen Lord Marbury in his splendidly pressed, immaculate, tailored dinner jacket making polite conversation to a lady in the middle of the room should be forced to crawl into a corner and sit there the rest of the evening with the word “Uncouth” written across
his forehead.”
Much better then, to do as Bertie Wooster, I think. He has stomach problems, a sudden pain, and his doctor in Harley Street tells him it’s all in his mind. From now on, whenever he feels pain, he should just smile, try to become more positive and optimistic. So he tries. He is invited to the country (as usual) and at the house are several people with something to hide. One man has become rich by secretly producing women corsets and lingerie, another steals habitually from the guests, and there’s also a love affair no-one is supposed to know about and someone who drinks, I think. Bertie has cultivated a smile whenever he feels the pain, and this smile has, unknown to him become very sarcastic, ironic, cold, world weary because of the pain. He gets into the habit of fastening this gaze on whoever happens to be standing next to him. And so, one after the other, when he has looked at them, the other guests come over to him and confess. “I saw you were looking at me just now, so you must know.” For some reason he often gets the pain at this time, and smiles. “Ah, yes. I see you know everything. It would be very helpful to me if…” As usual Wooster has some problem which can be solved in this way, especially with the help of Jeeves. Perhaps that’s the way to do things.
Again, thank you for all your help. It's been most kind.
Jul 20th, 2011 | 09:16 AM
#24
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I'm a little late to the conversation, but as somebody who just moved to Nottingham on July 1st from a much larger European capital, I have to say that I too was apprehensive prior to moving here, but that it has turned out to be a very enjoyable place to live (apart from the weather of course). Unlike the other recommendations to live outside the centre, I would advise the opposite. You may die of boredom in the suburbs. I would recommend the Lace Market area but it does depend on your age profile, tastes etc.
I've been very impressed by the restaurants here. The people have been wonderfully warm, welcoming and friendly. (The girls are beautiful, might I add.) Overall, I don't think you could expect much more from a town of half a million people.
There are some beautiful areas not so far away - the Peak District obviously, is stunning. I recommend taking a look at Southwell, Bakewell and Matlock as examples of beautiful middle English country villages.
Good luck!
I've been very impressed by the restaurants here. The people have been wonderfully warm, welcoming and friendly. (The girls are beautiful, might I add.) Overall, I don't think you could expect much more from a town of half a million people.
There are some beautiful areas not so far away - the Peak District obviously, is stunning. I recommend taking a look at Southwell, Bakewell and Matlock as examples of beautiful middle English country villages.
Good luck!
