Liscard

If any man could sing, heaven is my home, it was Billy Bray.

To an honoured friend in Liscard, he said, when leaving on one occasion, I shan't see you many times more, ma'am.

Why not, Billy? My heavenly father will want me home, will soon be sending for me.

Then he was asked, do you think we should know each other in heaven? He answered, why, missus, do you think we should be more ignorant in heaven than we are down here? We are not going to spend our time there saying, Who's thicky over there, and who's that over there? We shall spend our time in singing the song of Moses, the servant of God and of the Lamb.

And so, yeah, it's a really strange little place.

The one I've been to, and I can't remember, is it Liscard? The one with the gold statue of Chris Patton.

Oh, geez.

Wow.

Yeah, okay, that's really good advice.

So let's just avoid the scattered kind of approach of buying a property in the Liscard in Cornwall and then the next day I'm buying one in Aberdeen.

I mean, that's obviously an extreme example and I would hope, although I suspect there probably will be someone who's done it, but even take Greater Manchester as an example.

A lot of people who don't know Manchester might not think that that sounds like a huge radius, but it is massive.