Account of My Village in the style of Bill Bryson

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Account of My Village in the style of Bill

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Me, I am from nirvana. Another term would be to describe it would be a thriving cesspit. Many consider this place to be the economic and political nerve centre of Europe. Do you ever wonder where all the stars who don’t live in Hollywood live? Well lay your minds at rest they live in Yarnton. Yarnton isn’t famous for its high employment rates. It’s famous as the entertainment centre of Europe.

Yarnton is probably the smallest village in the world; it’s a place where leprosy has over-run the millions who live there. The exclusivity of Yarnton render it a hot spot for tourism as the area is known to have the rarest club in the universe the one and only sacred “Royal British Legion”. Understandably the RBL is a place where all dreams and fairytales come true. Here kids are free to lavish and enjoy themselves and take part in the several hundred fantastic activities. The noise level in Yarnton can’t be picked up by even the most sensitive of noise detectors, until you get a colossal Boeing 747 soar about ten metres above your house. The pilots not concentrate on flying the planes but instead ogle at the unbelievably obese women (the willabies), thereby just scraping your chimney pot. (And there I was thinking pilots had to go on aviation courses!!). Another factor obscuring the country sounds of Yarnton’s beautiful wildlife and gradually decreasing scarce birds is the droaning, bubbling A44 which can be heard in this unique setting. But apart from that I just can’t add anything. I don’t think I could live anywhere else on earth. Personally I think Yarnton should be renamed “ Bliss”!

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Yarnton is home to many famous people, such as The Queen. She has a house next door to mine. People say it looks asif it has been transported from one of Brazil’s shanty towns. I only see her a few times a week but it’s nice when she pokes her head round the corner once in a while for a little chat and to catch up with the gossip.

 Yarnton’s also home to another highly respected villager Norman, the thirty stone “village idiot”. Often Norman comes tearing round the corner in his two litre injection Maestro. I often ...

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