Thursday. Margate. Wind strong, cold and from the NNE. We’re only 7 weeks away from the summer solstice and it feels like January. Yukk.
At home, taking it off as worked on Sunday and the Bank holiday Monday. Days in lieu and all that milarkey. Crikey, just checked diary and so far this year have worked on 10 weekends. There’s no justice mi’ludd.
Popped over to the Aqua Club last night. It’s not the most salubrious of venues but it does have one hugely useful benefit. It’s only 20 metres away from the front door. Owner Pat was ill so Tracy the bar maid was on duty and was all on her lonesome apart from the 20 or so oiks playing a pool match. Not the best mix for an entertaining evening. Then Dave walked in. Dave is tall, thin and in his seventies. Originally from Coventry he’s lived in the sunny sarf for over thirty years but still retains his home accent. He used to be the the sales director for Scalextric/Hornby (who have their HQ here) and having travelled widely and met interesting folk he’s got a wealth of stories to tell. He’s good fun to share a beer with. Anyway 7 pints of ‘wife beater’ later I went home and today, feel like a sack of the proverbial …. pooh. Will I ever learn? Doubt it. Always stick to gin, it NEVER hurts you.
Now normally and despite the weather and the hangover I would pop up to 143 a and carry on with the ‘upgrade process’ but I did that yesterday and was greeted by a half pissed drunky nunky (living up to his name very well…..again) at noon. Delightful it was not. A cynic once pointed out that some folk should have the words "Instant arsehole, just add alcohol" tattooed in large letters on their foreheads. Sadly drunky nunk hasn’t. Not that, come to think of it, it would make a blind bit of difference.