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About Perth

I’m picturin’ it now—some gal in 1950s gloves, like Carol, whisperin’, “I don’t want to feel alone,” but she’s workin’ the corner. Poetic, right? Sad too—gets me in the gut. I’m yellin’ at the screen in my head—leave her be! Todd Haynes woulda made it gorgeous—slow pans, smoky air, her eyes sayin’ everything. Pretty, pretty good shot, I bet.

Caversham, the ‘posh’ part of Reading

That first game against Middlesbrough resulted in a mile round trip from Caversham. I have never been as excited either before or since.

I’m known to ramble, but trust me, Caversham is a realm unlike any other. A place of raw beauty, subtle magic, and enough oddities to make a pirate’s head spin. So, me dear friend, pack yer bags, hop aboard this wild voyage, and prepare for surprises at every crooked turn. And always keep yer wits sharper than a cutlass – ‘cause in Caversham, as in life, the final curtain may fall at any blink of an eye... "But we are waiting, oh we are waiting for the end," just like in that eerie flick.

Look inside: Brand-new cafe thriving in the heart of Caversham