Margate Roads was pretty well full up with traffic sheltering from the nasty westerlies today. Nasty for sure, but compared to the north of the Kingdom, pretty well off. I’m not just talking about the weather either. We haven’t got ghastly scouse accents for a start. Well, the Big Issue vendor outside the COOP at Birchington has, but then the two seem to go together rather well. It’s often the case come to think about it. It’s like whenever you hear the bombastic tones of a street brawler or market square oaf, almost always in broad guttural Geordie, and for that matter, most beggars in and around London railway termini, are invariably from North of the border (not the border for the Home counties either).
Where as of course, us Estuarial folk are always at the forefront of the finest most altruistic behaviour and are unquestionably role models for all to admire. Well, except Colin from Belvedere who’s been done for kiddy fiddling and the bloke wot beat the Whitstable pensioner to death, but they are exceptions….surely?
On a positive note, the new Metropolitan Police Commissioner…….is from Sheffield.
Memsahib allatsea is off up Norff herself (hailing from those parts as she does) this weekend. If she comes back laden with Bury black puddings I’ll be very happy indeed. For those of you who haven’t had the life changing experience of noshing on these finest of fine blood sausages (ooh madam where’s this going?) then do yourselves a very great favour and do so. They are, as we say darn here, ‘effing gawjiss’.