A Quaint Little (ex) Mining Village
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Mossblown is a village in South Ayrshire, Scotland, a little bigger than neighboring Annbank.
Mossblown is a small village set in the heart of the Ayrshire countryside. It used to be a coal mining community but the mines have been closed for some time now. Mossblown is a tight knit community where everyone knows everyone else's business. If there is something you need to know, use a suitable excuse like say, a box of matches or newspaper and use the local spar shop. If you are lucky the oracle (Margaret Laird) will serve you herself and will supply you with all the info you need, e.g.: who's died or is going to, who's fighting who and who won and even simple trivia like, when's the next bus. Speaking of the spar shop here is a list of the other local amenities, first there are two pubs The Fourways and The Drumley which through the day keep the unemployed off the streets, you will find an array of characters in these premises. Most weekends you may be lucky enough to meet the ex Ayrshire domino singles champion THE DEEDLER and even luckier to understand what it is he is trying to say. There are a few singers who after a few find the courage to go up and butcher their favorite songs. The pubs also share the chocolate people - male posers that look like they have stepped out there maws littlewoods club book only to open it again and order themselves the newest ghd hair straighteners and male grooming products (you know who you are). There are also two shops next to the above mentioned local owned spar and with post office. The crabbiest postwoman in Scotland works here. To stop her slapping weans and biting the head off people who ask for change they keep her behind glass like Hannibal Lector himself. The other shop is the keystores aka the tallys which is owned by Indians. Next door to here is the Chinese takeaway - indulge yourself here with the best far east cuisine. The only men from China named Eric and Jim work here; Jim can't seem to understand English but can speed read the racing post at the bookies. Which moves us on to the bookies; punters come from far and wide (Annbank and Tarbolton) to place their bets. Before the smoking ban you couldn't see the counter from the front door. Your local sports betting correspondents are Sloany and Ritchey Frew. The two of them couldn't back themselves into a corner. The bookies is well worth a look; beside the bookies is a hairdressers and a fish and chip, pizza, Indian, kebab shop where only the freshest ingredients are used to conjure up some gut-busting feasts; buy some soft andrex and try the munchie box an assortment of deep-fried goodness.
Ah, the joys of Wikipedia. Someone has posted this on Wikipedia. Any of it sound familiar?
Web Link http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mossblown
To save you logging on here’s the text.
Mossblown is a village in South Ayrshire, Scotland, a little bigger than neighboring Annbank.
Mossblown is a small village set in the heart of the Ayrshire countryside. It used to be a coal mining community but the mines have been closed for some time now. Mossblown is a tight knit community where everyone knows everyone else's business. If there is something you need to know, use a suitable excuse like say, a box of matches or newspaper and use the local spar shop. If you are lucky the oracle (Margaret Laird) will serve you herself and will supply you with all the info you need, e.g.: who's died or is going to, who's fighting who and who won and even simple trivia like, when's the next bus. Speaking of the spar shop here is a list of the other local amenities, first there are two pubs The Fourways and The Drumley which through the day keep the unemployed off the streets, you will find an array of characters in these premises. Most weekends you may be lucky enough to meet the ex Ayrshire domino singles champion THE DEEDLER and even luckier to understand what it is he is trying to say. There are a few singers who after a few find the courage to go up and butcher their favorite songs. The pubs also share the chocolate people - male posers that look like they have stepped out there maws littlewoods club book only to open it again and order themselves the newest ghd hair straighteners and male grooming products (you know who you are). There are also two shops next to the above mentioned local owned spar and with post office. The crabbiest postwoman in Scotland works here. To stop her slapping weans and biting the head off people who ask for change they keep her behind glass like Hannibal Lector himself. The other shop is the keystores aka the tallys which is owned by Indians. Next door to here is the Chinese takeaway - indulge yourself here with the best far east cuisine. The only men from China named Eric and Jim work here; Jim can't seem to understand English but can speed read the racing post at the bookies. Which moves us on to the bookies; punters come from far and wide (Annbank and Tarbolton) to place their bets. Before the smoking ban you couldn't see the counter from the front door. Your local sports betting correspondents are Sloany and Ritchey Frew. The two of them couldn't back themselves into a corner. The bookies is well worth a look; beside the bookies is a hairdressers and a fish and chip, pizza, Indian, kebab shop where only the freshest ingredients are used to conjure up some gut-busting feasts; buy some soft andrex and try the munchie box an assortment of deep-fried goodness.
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