I'm called Verbish and I live somewhere in Britain. I'm made of sunshine, angel queefs and dreams, my life is awesome and so are the people in it. So are you, probably. I'm a supervillain, an adventurer and the best friend you never knew you had.
The focus of my romantic and sexual desires is often the dolphin species, as according to the Daily Mail, it is indeed legal, and also broccoli, because I used to be one in another life. My girlbroccoli... she's so green...
Feel free to talk to me, electronically via the internet, in person should we cross paths, and telepathically if you have those sort of powers. I don't. The balls in your court.
In Shrewsbury is a very strange curiosity. This alleyway in the middle of town is no longer accessible to the public, and one can only get to it by climbing over a tiled roof.
It has a dead end (possibly bricked up at the end) and runs parallel with other existing paths and routes that are still accessible. The fence is cemented to the walls, and wrapped in barbed wire, indicative that someone went to great lengths to ensure that nobody went down this alleyway. The board above the fencing is indicative that the alleyway may have led to a business or a pub or something, but so far I haven’t found anything about it.
The odd thing is, while it’s in the middle of town, nobody knows about it.