Ipswich Town Quotes

The biggest home win is Manchester United thumping Ipswich Town 9-0 on 4 March 1995.

This session continued three weeks, and established 100 laws, which were called the Body of Liberties.[41] They had been composed by Mr. Nathaniel Ward, (sometime pastor of the church of Ipswich: he had been a minister in England, and formerly a student and practiser in the course of the common law,) and had been revised and altered by the court, and sent forth into every town to be further considered of, and now again in this court, they were revised, amended, and presented, and so established for three years, by that experience to have them fully amended and established to be perpetual.

He sometimes wondered what it might be like to take to his bed until it was over, and remembered a fellow priest who, when he felt the horrors approaching, would hole up in the grimmest boarding house in the most depressing town he could find, in order to plumb the slough of despond. The idea was, that after hitting rock bottom, he would emerge into a world in which anything would seem better than his most recent experience. The town his friend had chosen to confront every demon known to man, Sidney remembered, was Ipswich. It seemed an odd choice.

My English teacher had given me a summer reading list of impossible length and difficulty.

1967, when Hollywood, in the guise of The Thomas Crown Affair, came to Crane Beach. On a couple of occasions, I was handed the job of driving Steve McQueen and Faye Dunaway back and forth from their dressing trailers, set up in the parking lot, down to locations near the water.

When the Lord Keeper visited Ipswich in 1568, the town laid on a banquet (not a feast with meat and veg: the word ‘banquet’ in the Tudor period meant sweets, cakes, cheese, nuts and fruit with a glass or two of wine).

was more than four hundred miles, though not many more, all of it almost perfectly due west. Out of the city of Brisbane, they stayed on route 54 past Ipswich and Toowoomba, on the rim of the Great Dividing Range, and on to Dalby, where they left the main road for the almost as big Route 49, dipping slightly south to run across the Darling Downs, the great fertile flatlands, boring but fecund, with mile after mile of cotton and wheat, sprawling ranches, tiny towns, huge sky.