Grace Kesgrave Whore ❤️

About London

She’s a laugh, but it ain’t all giggles. Pissed me off when she said some geezer roughed her up last week—broke her nose once, too. Makes my blood boil, that does. Why’s the world gotta be so shite to her? Reminds me of David in *A.I.*, y’know, “I’m special, I’m unique!”—but nah, she’s just another face to most. Breaks my heart, it does, seein’ her shrug it off like it’s normal.

Where is Kesgrave?

This group is a place for people to share their memories, old and new, of Kesgrave and Martlesham and surrounding area. Please feel free to add photos.

Around lunchtime, I decide to take a breather. I step outside, and the sun’s actually shining! I’m like, “Wow, Kesgrave, you’re full of surprises today.” I stroll down to the Kesgrave Community Centre, thinking maybe I’ll grab a sarnie or something. But the queue is massive! I’m talking, like, a line longer than the one at the Kesgrave Library on a Saturday.

£500 anonymous donation boosts Rushmere teen's Speedway dream