Visiting Colchester recently, I was surprised to find in a fairly small place that it was over a mile from the railway station to the town centre. Perhaps that influenced my mind set, but as I strolled in there seemed to be quite a few features of questionable logic. Here are my questions for Colchester:
Does Lewis really bring his car to be serviced here?
Is it always good to be green?
Just how confidential are the secrets?
Since when did angels have tattoos?
Would Boards & Boarding be a better name?
Will those flowers really suit a buttonhole?
Why should people have to copy statues?
Wouldn't nature rather live outside?
