Those hateful Haworth clampers again

We are awfully saddened by this Letter to the Editor from the Yorkshire Post (it can also be read on The Halifax Evening Courier):

From: Mick Saunders, Manchester Road, Linthwaite, Huddersfield.
WHAT a Happy Easter this turned out to be. Having visited the beautiful home of the Brontë sisters, Haworth on (not so) Good Friday, we thought two hours would be plenty to put on the Changegate Road car park.
However, we were lulled into having a pub lunch rather than a sandwich and returned to the car to see the extremely rude "attendant" locking on a wheel clamp. We were precisely 15 minutes over.
He refused to reason and said he had to have £75 before we could have the car back; there were two others there at the same time suffering the same fate having parked outside designated bays, apparently.
He insisted this is council policy. We made two big mistakes that have ruined the remainder of the Easter break, visiting Haworth in the first place and having the temerity to put more money than intended into the local economy by having lunch there. We will not be doing either again.

What saddens us is, of course, that a few greedy people are ruining the area for everybody else. Turning a pleasant Easter trip to Haworth into a 'big mistake' is such a sad, sad thing. What they don't realise, though, is that not only are they killing off everybody else's businesses but in the long run their own too.

Anyway, as Richard Wilcocks once pointed out on the Brontë Parsonage Blog, there ARE parking alternatives (as well as public transport, we may add).

Down south, meanwhile, the Leicester Square Theatre is hosting Miss Polly Rae & her Hurly Burly Girlys. According to the Hornsey Journal,

All eyes seemed to be on Mannish whose subtle facial gestures and economy of effort provided the perfect backdrop for Frisky's amusing send-up of Kate Bush's Wuthering Heights, among others. (Ben Collins)

Jerry's Ink tells a Jane Eyre-related anecdote:

At the time I traveled to a lot of business meetings with a woman named Louise McNamee, who was the president of my ad agency, and who would constantly be reading Jane Eyre. I'm convinced that she read Jane Eyre because if the plane crashed, she wanted her obituary to read, "When the plane crashed, Ms. McNamee was reading Jane Eyre, while her disgusting traveling companion, Jerry Della Femina, was reading a filthy book called The Steamy Sluts of Singapore. I was always careful to rip the front cover off of my book, which always seemed to have a blonde opening the fourth and last button of her blouse. I also loved to look at Ms. McNamee primly reading Jane Eyre and whisper to her, "Have you gotten to the 'hot' parts yet?" (Jerry Della Femina)

And while on the subject of personal anecdotes, Santa Barbara Edhat has one of those too. Charlotte Brontë's 'Reader, I married him' is recycled and reconverted into something - uh - well, completely different.

A stroll around the blogosphere has revealed that Sense, Sensibility, and Natalie's blog and Shauki's Books (in Romanian) have just read Wuthering Heights. Surrogate Memory writes about Jane Eyre. Subjektiva Olivia reviews Agnes Grey in Swedish. rs1979 has uploaded to Flickr a good many pictures of the moors and Top Withens.

Categories: Haworth, Jane Eyre, Music, Theatre, Weirdo