Wednesday, 28 April 2010


For those that know Plymouth the only way I can really describe Lowestoft is to say its like Plymouth, but without the post war regeneration.

Poor old Benjamin Britten was born in Lowestoft but escaped to Aldeburgh as soon as he had a chance and Charles Dickens once popped in for a short visit.

Nowadays you are more likely to spot the hundreds of real life Vicky Pollards.

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