Spring is in the air and here in Margate, once the fog had cleared the temperatures soared to a searing 14 degrees. Why, fan my brow.
Out came the visitors, the indigenous sun and fun seekers, the alcoholic children. Thank you ‘Sure Start’.
The seafront was a magnet to all-comers, especially those who couldn’t be arsed to go to work.
All this and news that local Councillor Drover (he who cites Kylie Mynogue as an influence) is proposing to open the UK’s first Cannabis Cafe in dear old ‘Gate’. ‘Hey, why not?’ says allatsea. A town can never have enough idiots wandering about (although we do, daily, manage to set records here) and legalised spliffsucking is bound to draw in, forgive the pun, the great and good from around our fine nation. The three girls wandering along in front of yours truly this very evening were living proof that you can’t have too much of a good thing.
Talking of which, the Mayor of an esteemed tarn, a distant yet annoyingly close at hand relative, sent a piccy of his grandchild. ‘Rather sweet’ we at the towers thought, advanced for his age too. Unlike the mayor.
As a closing comment for the Friday post, cap doffed at this point, the ‘left’ have lost two of their darlings this week, Gobshiteyob Crow and Lalalalalalalaland Benn, so the towers household is/are, off to pay their respects.