dh017 DannyH A short walk through the well signposted and undeniably leafy public footpaths of Tewkesbury takes you to the entrance to the famous ruins of what is considered to be the oldest blathereum in the world. At the toll booth an old woman takes your entrance fee with a brave smile. "Come as you are." She says. "Ours is not a door of despair." "Excuse me?" You say, not sure if you have heard her right. "Nevermind." She says resignedly. "We're about to close but you can stay as long as you like." "Erm... thankyou." You say and enter the_blathereum 030806 what's it to you? who go blather from