The beauty of the words

Here it comes, genius in evidence, prepare to weep the tears of the truly fortunate.


“Jingle jangle

Tangle, bong.

I’m trying to get ready here,

Anyone seen my thong?


Oh well, maybe not.



The luvverlee memsahib-allatsea enjoying the ‘gawjiss Margitt wevver’ the other day.


A pair of Piles at the Harbour Arms. Pile senior seems to have had one too many quaffs. That or he wants the tenner back wott I borrowed 6 months ago.


Proof, if proof be needed, that there is a God and he’s currently shining his light of love and niceness on Margate.


The latest defences installed at Westbrook by the newly elected UKIP council. Aimed in the direction of…… Calais!!


It’s absolutely delicious, yum yum yum

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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