A glorious suburb of dragons, kittens and martial arts, welcome! It's neighbouring kingdoms roll off the tongue like a litany of lost mystical lands and half whispered fables...Petts Wood, Bromley [with it's hallowed temple, 'Habitat'], St. Mary Cray. Oh the glories, oh the tragic losses, the brave lost battles with the torn battered flag raised high, defiant, by the last man as the hordes puncture him with spear and arrow...
And what of the lost knights of Chislehurst, the levitation legends of Farnborough, the white witches of Hextable? Oh to be a young blade in My Lordship Lane at your feet, fencing practise in Norman park, the gallops of Hayes, the learning of mystical oriental arts from esteemed masters early in the morn, amidst the dawn sprites of Sparrow Common...
...a world of wonder ahead, supping mead in Penge until the stars appear to be in reach, Lo! they can be taken down and caressed, as you lie within the ghost shadows of that lost wonder the Crystal Palace, high on the hill looking at the glittering spires of Londinium, dimension dancing on mescalin!
Welcome, warrior of the southern downs, partake of some vittals, enjoy!
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