Friday, 20 April 2007

Snappy Toff.

Much as I love the style of that 'state of Ramsgate bemoaning' Eastcliff Richard, he is cheesing us off a bit, here in Birchington, by constantly having a pop at our First Lady.
I should point out that, despite being only a few miles apart, Birchington and Ramsgate are two very different towns that cater for two very different types of people and there are very few aspects of either that would bear comparison.
It should be borne in mind that the vast majority of people who choose to live in Birchington have either come here to die or smash up phone boxes, NOT to make sandcastles or stare wistfully at gleaming boats in the harbour that they could never afford, whilst sipping lattes that they can only just afford.
I would suggest, before making too many more judgements, that ECR spends a little time living here (you can stay at mine, if you want babe) to get a bit of a feel for what our future President has to contend with.
After a month or so of being surrounded by death and destruction, I'm sure you'll have things a little more 'in perspective' and realise just what a difficult job the good doctor has undertaken.

Birchington is a town replete with undertakers and I wonder, sometimes, if people don't really appreciate that fact!

3 comments:

Eastcliff Richard said...

Dear fellow, I have actually been to Bitchington you know. Once. By mistake.

Justin Brown said...

You would have noticed the nice, unobscured view of the sea from the promenade, then? And how it seems less like looking at it from a prison yard than it does in your neck of the woods?

Eastcliff Richard said...

Er, yes. It's two years today since we were encaged. Hmmm, perhaps I'd better write that up.