Gawjis weather here on Kent’s golden coast. Parking’s become a nightmare and the roads are jammed (ish) but crikey it’s good to see the place a bit busier.
Memsahib has gone to the new Café Bar place on Margate’s harbour wall with her muckers from Crawley and has rung in with reports as to its affable qualities. I, sadly, can’t join her just yet as I’m due to meet fellow mariner and thoroughly good egg Jeffers at 4 this afternoon and don’t want to start quaffing too early in the day. That would never do, would it uncle? Oops, o answer there he’s drunk already. Sigh!!
St George’s day do over the road last night. A good crowd but too much flag waving, royal worshipping, foreigner hating and general patriotic nonsense for the allatsea household. We stayed until a polite opportunity presented itself and then left for the joys of home and the gin cabinet. Mucker Martin, who accompanied us to the flagfest/xenophobia party commented that it was probably the most racist event he’s ever been to. He’s most likely right.
Since when patriotism and unfounded hatred for all outsiders became inextricably linked I don’t know, but it’s certainly in ‘full on’ mode round here. It’s got to be something to do with the demographic make up of the attendees. I’m not sure what alphanumeric designation the technical boys would use but to define the social grouping but I would go along the line of ‘working class doing OK for themselves but generally as thick as pig#*it’.
Yes, I think that sums it up very well indeed.
Coooh, I’ve just seen the time. Must get a move on and meet Jeffers at Barnacles. Cheers.