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6:41pm on Tuesday, 18th November, 2008:
I'd put Ripon on my list of places I'd like to visit, except I've already been there — it's where I was born. That's exactly why I'd like to visit it, though, because being born there is practically my only connection with the place.
I think I've visited it six times in my life:
The last three of those were as a result of my asking to divert through Ripon because I wanted to see what the place was like. I did get to see the outside of the cathedral on my fourth "visit", but that's about it. It was big, black and looming (it's since been cleaned). Oh, I think my mother pointed out the location of the maternity home where I was born, once, too; if they haven't knocked it down, I'd recognise it.
Ripon isn't a big city (although, courtesy of its cathedral, it is a city) — its population is around 16,000. By all accounts it's quite pretty, though, and as I like Northern market towns in general there's a good chance I'd really enjoy the place.
It wouldn't matter if it were an utter slum, though. The reason I want to visit it (as opposed to would like to visit it) is purely because I was born there.
There's an arbitrary excuse for curiosity for you.
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