Alexandria, Primark and Westbrook Club Shenanigans.
There’s word, on the streets of Margate, of revolution in the air. There’s talk on the streets of Margate, of change and downfall and old guards being trampled, of change and new order and the settling of scores.
Indeed there is, Primark will leave the High Street shortly so goodness knows where this household is going to go to buy suitable vestments and knickers. It’s a puzzle and that’s for sure. While I’m on, does anyone out there in blog-reader-land know where a chap can get his hands on popadoms, the raw variety? Locally that is, Thanet central and all that?
Rumour has it that the yard at Petrojet, near Alexandria, is home to all things good. This will not be disputed from this household but we would like to point out that it is has a very odd concept of ‘objective accident investigation’ and the grated walkway is decidedly unfit for purpose, in our ‘umble opinion of course.
The Westbrook Club, Margate. Dubbed ‘scum shovel’ by those in the know, lived, by all accounts, up to its name this Saturday (28th March). The lager fuelled trash that use the place decided to beat the hell out of each other (again) to such an extent that the local testicle scratchers had to be dragged away from their station telly screens to quell the ensuing mayhem and carnage. Damage to ugly mugs, club furniture and cars parked outside ensued. Deep joy and quite common to boot. Let’s hope our enlightened magistrates remove the drinks licence from the shitehole pronto. No doubt the long suffering neighbours would welcome that development. I know we would.