This little retreat for schoolkids, out in the hilly Cotswolds, West of Oxford, had many famous patrons back in the day. Hillend Of Troy, for one. Hillend Keller. Hillend Hunt. Hillend Mirren. And of course, Hillendary Clinton, who will hopefully be our next President, and our first female President - about f***ing time. I actually think we should only have female Presidents from now on. Who's with me?
No, I meant, who's with me, as in, with me tonight at my place for some good sweet lovin', Chef from South Park style? I thought so. See you there.
It's review #1993 because that was one of the years I visited here as a little kid.
The irony (which isn't at all ironic, so call me Alanis) is that after all these years, my Dad has bought a large Pub way out in the countryside, and to drive from Oxford to the Pub, you have to drive right past Hill End. For years I was wondering where the hell this place was that I went so many times as a kid... and now it's all up in my face and shizz.
So basically it's a farm, a barn, a countryside cabin of sorts, in the middle of nowhere, but not far from Oxford. It's close to some large, scary electrical pylons. It's the setting where I first invented "All Night Radio" which tormented all of my classmates during sleepovers. I got felt up by a girl here, and we hadn't even hit the teenage years yet. Little did she know I wasn't even a virgin. And then there's the electric fence. I didn't know it was electrified, and received a very creepy full-body electric shock from it. It didn't injure me or knock me to the ground, but still to this day, I'm afraid of electricity.
It loses a star for me getting electrocuted, and for often not having power or heat. Brrr.
Schools from all over the area would send their kids here for overnights and field trips and such. Maybe it was cheap, or something. Free, maybe. I didn't really love it but at the same time the memories are great, looking back.
Especially in the late 90s, not long before I ran away to America, when my high school was sending a final group of kids to Tanzania for the last time, before ending the exchange link forever. I was only 13, and you had to be 16 or so to go on it. So I wrote a long essay and begged them to take me, explaining that I only signed up for that High School to go on that exchange trip (haha). Then they took me and all the other applicants out to Hill End for a weekend, and then to Weymouth for a weekend too, and despite my "All Night Radio" antics, I was selected to go... and that month changed my life completely. I'm looking forward to going back to Tanzania one day, even though I'm more than twice as old as I was when I was last there.
Anyway, I'm rambling. All of my stories aside, this is a wonderful farm/barn for kids in the area. It's even more wonderful today, I've heard, because they've jazzed it up and it looks better and has more to do. It will always hold fond memories for me.
And if Jessie Errey and Jack Pinnington are out there anywhere, I love you guys. Elly Patullo, Gaby Barker-Boland, Anna Shelton, Nickie, Hayley Dalton... all of you too. Zaki El-Salahi as well. Seadna... yeah. Kind of. And hi to my teachers Sheila Norris, Denise Margetts and the indomitable, wonderful, memorable Guy "Gay" Blair, whose nickname was given to him in Tanzania. Thank you all for the memories of Hill End. Be well and be safe and be in touch.
As for my gf, well, boys actually pay her to be under her "Heel End." Which is pretty awesome. read more