Maybe Saturday

There’s weapon’s grade Euroshite pop blaring out of the safety officer’s office and the gym on the deck below our suite of offices appears to be hosting a battle of  ‘kak drumming loops’ competition. Aural delight it is not. The deck is actually vibrating in time to the computer generated bollox-rhythms, it has been for some days. Oh per-leese, let’s have something different? Some Nordic death metal perhaps or some decades old Britpop or possibly even a bit of silence? Please please please.

With a bit of luck, in around 24 hours the Tp2 value should drop below 81. If it does there may be a window to carry on with the installation programme. If not, it looks like Tuesday will be the next chance. So much for ‘gentle June’. It’s been a sodding maelstrom for weeks, even darn sarf. Anyway that could mean being home on Wednesday and through the front door in time for tea and medals and gin.


The Cannondale’s been neglected this past week and allatsea misses huffing and puffing about the streets of Thanet on the alloy/carbon wonder. He doesn’t miss being ‘nearmissed’ by white haired Peugeot driving grannies or smeared against lamp posts by the white van brigade, but he does miss working up a bit of sweat and getting about the place without consuming tanks of diesel. Come the summer and the streets of Westbrook will be so jammed with the lard arsed (complete with their tummy wobbling obese offspring) and their anarchic parking that the keys to the household motor-pool will be tossed in a jar and left until mid-September. Futile to get about by road so we just give up and revert to shanks’ and the bicycle. Tis better when all said and done.


Dreamland opens tomorrow. There’s nothing else to be said really, except that there are probably better ways of spending £18,000,000 of donated funds. It’s got to be said that Thanet is rapidly becoming known as a small place that’s got a seaport that no-one wants, an air-port that no-one wants and probably a theme park that nobody wants. Hope I’m wrong on all three by the way.


On the plus side it does have two Aldi outlets, a Lidl and more Tescos than you can shake a stick at. That’s wealth and that’s success dear people, we should celebrate. That said, seems likely that we’ll lose our A and E soon and we are nearer to France than Maidstone. Has anyone here been to Maidstone recently? Is the Fremlins brewery still centre stage or has it become Costa HQ?

Crikey that Euroshite is getting too much for a sensitive thing, the time has come to wander about the deck a bit and breathe in that wonderful, full on, turbo driven Atlantic breeze.

Good luck to you Dreamland.

About allatsea

Sixty year old master-mariner. Absolutely gorgeous. Well wedged.....when compared to a Nairobi street urchin. Sorted, in that I haven't been in court recently. Hopelessly optimistic, terminally disappointed. Good with cats and other fluffy things. No musical talent. Generous to a fault provided it's someone else's round. Political centreist with far right and left viewpoints. A green activist from the hydrocarbon position with nuclear leanings. Averse to avarice but always happy to receive lottery wins, gifts, windfalls, legacies, prizes and wet sloppy kisses.
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