"I used to be Chairman of Darlington Football Club," said the school janitor as he made me a cup of coffee. "No I didn't really," he went on addressing my obvious puzzled look which must have hinted at wondering why a football club chairman was working in a primary school.
"We're all football mad though." I knew that, having passed a house in Darlington plastered in England flags. What was even more impressive was the huge Irish flag which flew from the bungalow's chimney.
There was a For Sale sign outside the front door and similar to the butty vans in Northumberland, flying flags from different countries alongside each other, I suspected he was sensibly widening the appeal to passing trade.
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