Chertsey

Yes.

a patron for the White Lodge Centre in Chertsey for disabled adults and children.

My brother owns an electrical wholesalers, Adelston electrical wholesalers, and they do, it's all commercial.

They deliver around this area and London.

And remind us

of the charities you're involved with.

Well, I'm a patron for the White Lodge Centre in Chertsey.

Which is

Where are you going on South Western Rail?

We should replace, um, where- wherever Chertsey with, uh, Belsen-

Yeah

... and just give them a break.

He's saying Sunday roast report in Lamb's Shoulder over there.

Roast chicken over in Chertsey.

Coke de Berf on the menu here at Rancho Relaxo.

In the background, brand new Bobby and Steve.

We arranged to start on the following Saturday from Kingston.

Harris and I would go down in the morning and take the boat up to Chertsey, and George, who would not be able to get away from the city till the afternoon—George goes to sleep at a bank from ten to four each day, except Saturdays, when they wake him and put him outside at two—would meet us there.

Should we camp out or sleep at inns? George and I were for camping out.

We said it would be so wild and free, so patriarchal-like.

Ogilvy watched till one, and then gave it up; and we lit the lantern and walked over to his house.

Down below in the darkness were Ottershaw and Chertsey and all their hundreds of people, sleeping in peace.

He was full of speculation that night about the condition of Mars, and scoffed at the vulgar idea of its having inhabitants who were signalling us.

His idea was that meteorites might be falling in a heavy shower upon the planet, or that a huge volcanic explosion was in progress.

It was starlight and I explained the signs of the zodiac to her and pointed out Mars, a bright dot of light creeping zenithward, towards which so many telescopes were pointed.

It was a warm night.

Coming home, a party of excursionists from Chertsey or Isleworth passed us singing and playing music.

There were lights in the upper windows of the houses as the people went to bed.

Cursed be the hand that made these fatal holes! Cursed be the heart that had the heart to do it! Cursed the blood that let this blood from hence! More direful hap betide that hated wretch That makes us wretched by the death of thee Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads, Or any creeping venom thing that lives! If ever he have child, abortive be it, Prodigious, and untimely brought to light, Whose ugly and unnatural aspect May fright the hopeful mother at the view, And that be heir to his unhappiness! If ever he have wife, let her be made More miserable by the death of him As I am made by my poor lord and thee.

Come now towards Chertsey with your holy load, Taken from Paul's to be interr'd there; And still, as you are weary of the weight, Rest you, whiles I lament King Henry's corse End of Set down, set down your honourable load from Richard the Third by William Shakespeare Act One Scene Two.

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When he that is my husband now From Richard the Third by William Shakespeare Act Four Scene One This is a LibriVox recording.

If ever he have wife, let her be made more miserable by the death of him than I am made by my young lord and thee.

Come now towards Chertsey with your holy load, taken from Paules to be interred there.

And still as you are weary of this weight, rest you-

Quick question.

Exeunt Lady Anne, Tress, and Burke

Sirs, take up the corpse.

Toward Chertsey, noble lord?

No, to Whitefriars.

But, Dan, what did you do next? What happened after you left Wimbledon? What did you do?

Was that Chertsey, Dan, next, was it, for a bit? That wasn't before, was it?

No, we went back to Rains Park, didn't

we? Yeah, I think it was back to Rains Park.

And, you know, never really left there, to be honest.

Darren went to... um, Cove, was it Cove? You went to Cove for it.

And then you went to, uh, Chertsey

because