He was known as ‘Chatshow Charlie’, a piss artist, a liberal and he was well well left of centre….but….he had wit and humility and was, when sober, razor sharp. Dear old Charles Kennedy gone…., allatsea for one will miss him. Byebye Charlie.
Here is Thanet it’s slashing down horizontally, blowing an Autumnal westerly, in June and being altogether rather dismal. Allatsea is off to the Shetlands at the weekend. Deepest of deep joy. Not that the job he’s bound for is particularly worrying, far from it, all being well it should be interesting and impressive to behold. No names and no pack drill until all done and dusted. It is the way of these things. The problem with the Shetlands is that because of a large building project up there, hotel and accommodation space is the devil’s own beast to find. Scarcer than hen’s teeth it is and all rather a pain in the arse as a result. Fingers crossed, oaths uttered, prayers said, with luck it’ll get sorted shortly.
Mucker Chris, Steve and Mick accompanied yours truly on a tour of East Kent micro pubs at the weekend, up Whitstable way. All very fine it was, very fine indeed. The ale flowed easily and wondrously, for all, all day. Very liquid and convivial it were. It did rather remind me at one point however, of our dear friends the ‘Real Ale Twats’, of Viz fame. Now they may well the creation of an imaginative chap from up Newcastle way but after a few hours in the Black Dog it became apparent that they are modelled on real folks.