Years ago, when I was slowly recovering from what Irving Kristol called “educational therapy”, I started to write out an essay.
It was called Taxis and Takeaways, and it was going to be about the fact that people in West Yorkshire self segregated so efficiently that for most people these two things were the only routine points of intersection.
To this day…
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