Country Bumpkin

I have recently realised that despite the fact I'm moving to a 'city,' which isn't really a city, but more a large town in the middle of the sticks, with very little going for it, apart from nightclubs, a shopping mall and one or two 24 hours supermarkets, which is more than Sunny Hunny has to offer, that I really am more of a country girl. As much as I hate to admit it, I like quiet nights, that everybody knows everybody, and the lack of traffic. I like going to the pub at the weekend and it being like a school reunion every week. I like walking into a quiet country pub and being a 'local' and getting to give those 'foreigners' strange looks. And by foreigners I mean anybody not from Hunstanton.
So why am I moving away? I don't like those crowded trendy bars where you can't move, get served or even get near the ladies toilet, I have even got past the liking nightclubs phase. I mean I like dancing and drinking, but I don't know why people insist on going to a crowded and generally shit nightclub with sleazy men, expensive drinks and crappy music. If I wanted to get hit on by pervy men I just have to go to my local, at least I can hear what they are saying to me there, rather than guess by gestures.

I've had a niggling in the back of my mind for a few months that I am getting old before my time.

Last night I went out in Peterborough with some guys from work. We all went to the greyhound races, which was a great night, but then they all went on to a bar and club. As I was driving and didn't fancy a crowded smoky bar with a load of drunks, I dropped them off and went home. I thought I would feel like a loser, but I didn't. I actually felt glad that I wasn't going. I felt a little superior. They were surrounded by girls dressed like slappers, sleazy guys and generally a bunch of pricks and I got to go home to bed and avoid it all.
That is not to say I don't have a social life. I am out every weekend. We go to the same pubs and meet the same crowd each week. But it's comfortable. I know these people. I trust them to an extent. That's the difference.

Anyway, in my round about way I'm trying to get to the point of this blog. Yes unlike many this one does have a point.
I have finally accepted that no matter what I pretend to be, I'm me. I can't change that I'm a country girl and I have finally realised that I shouldn't feel ashamed of it. Ok, so Norfolk might have a high level of incest, and locals generally have, shall we say, a slightly less than average intelligence, and most people have never left the county let alone the country, but its home to me. Not that I tolerate or condone incest by the way..

So there you have it. The inner workings of my mind for the past few days. Feel special.