Brown around the edges and pink in the middle, does it for me.
And after catching wind that Ramsgate's most infamous gay pub, Churchill's Tavern, is offering two rumps for a fiver on Tuesday evenings, I think I may have to pop over tomorrow and get stuck right in!
I may have another stab at that slightly feminine looking barman, Andrew, while I'm at it. He has put on a bit of weight recently, but I'm sure I can help him work that off!
Monday, 12 May 2008
Sunday, 20 April 2008
Rodger Wilko.
Call me odd if you like but one thing that I find really appealing about Ramsgate is your wonderful branch of Wilkinsons.
I can spend hours in there, perusing their enormous array of goodies and just soaking up the wonderful, almost frenzied atmos.
It's also a great place to 'pull', for those of you that weren't aware. Though I'd imagine it difficult for anyone not to notice.
And, just across the road, there's the multi-storey car park, with it's selection of en-suite cottages.
Heaven!
Think I may pop over today, to satisfy my hardware needs.
I can spend hours in there, perusing their enormous array of goodies and just soaking up the wonderful, almost frenzied atmos.
It's also a great place to 'pull', for those of you that weren't aware. Though I'd imagine it difficult for anyone not to notice.
And, just across the road, there's the multi-storey car park, with it's selection of en-suite cottages.
Heaven!
Think I may pop over today, to satisfy my hardware needs.
Tuesday, 15 April 2008
In For A Penny, In For A Pounding.
Finding blogger to be getting a little boring and what with being finally, once and for all, snubbed by one of my favourite ports of call in Westgate, I thought I'd hang up my brown hat for a while.
Now though, as the field seems to be heating up once again and I no longer have the Westgate contingency being constantly rubbed in my face (if you'll pardon my turn of phrase), it seems appropriate to make a come-back (again, apologies for the rather poor double-entendre).
Other than that, and the fact that we have fewer historical buildings in Thanet now, little seems to have changed!
Well, I have a new hairdo, but really didn't see much point in changing my profile photo on the strength of it.
How's it hanging, luvvies?
Now though, as the field seems to be heating up once again and I no longer have the Westgate contingency being constantly rubbed in my face (if you'll pardon my turn of phrase), it seems appropriate to make a come-back (again, apologies for the rather poor double-entendre).
Other than that, and the fact that we have fewer historical buildings in Thanet now, little seems to have changed!
Well, I have a new hairdo, but really didn't see much point in changing my profile photo on the strength of it.
How's it hanging, luvvies?
Friday, 26 October 2007
Ex Citation.
As I seem do be doing an awful lot, of late, I popped over to Ramsgate on Monday for a drink or two in that madhouse, otherwise known as The Artillery Arms. And, as also happens an awful lot, I wasn't let down on the entertainment front.
Walking into the place, I was confronted by an ex-boyfriend of mine, from several years back, now gone 'straight' (though he's seeing a hairdresser these days, so there's probably still a little curvature to his sexuality) and spent the evening with him, catching up on old times.
Now he always used to be a bit odd, but he seems to have developed that trait to the point where 'men in white coats' should be starting to show a keen interest.
While standing outside with him, smoking a cigarette and shooting the breeze, the police screeched to a halt at the house across the road (not an uncommon sight, I'm led to believe), and continued to interrogate one of the occupants. As if not entertaining enough in itself, my ex started poking his nose in (and he does have an extraordinarily large one of those. Shame the proportions couldn't have landed a few feet further south) to the point where he was pissing the rozzers off, big time!
Well, it didn't take too long before the whole thing started to get quite embarrassing, so I shuffled back inside, shortly followed by the ex who'd suddenly lost his brave, now that he was all alone.
Still quite aghast and not really sure how to deal with his sudden, childish outburst, one of the coppers came into the pub and gave him the sort of dressing-down that you'd expect a livid parent to give a five-year-old child. I'm sure his nose shrunk a little bit in the proccess. His ego and bravado certainly did.
Now I know that you'd have to have been there to really appreciate the moment but it was, by far and away, one of the funniest things I'd seen for a very long time!
Hats off to Thanet police for not taking any shit. And I never thought I'd hear myself say that!
Walking into the place, I was confronted by an ex-boyfriend of mine, from several years back, now gone 'straight' (though he's seeing a hairdresser these days, so there's probably still a little curvature to his sexuality) and spent the evening with him, catching up on old times.
Now he always used to be a bit odd, but he seems to have developed that trait to the point where 'men in white coats' should be starting to show a keen interest.
While standing outside with him, smoking a cigarette and shooting the breeze, the police screeched to a halt at the house across the road (not an uncommon sight, I'm led to believe), and continued to interrogate one of the occupants. As if not entertaining enough in itself, my ex started poking his nose in (and he does have an extraordinarily large one of those. Shame the proportions couldn't have landed a few feet further south) to the point where he was pissing the rozzers off, big time!
Well, it didn't take too long before the whole thing started to get quite embarrassing, so I shuffled back inside, shortly followed by the ex who'd suddenly lost his brave, now that he was all alone.
Still quite aghast and not really sure how to deal with his sudden, childish outburst, one of the coppers came into the pub and gave him the sort of dressing-down that you'd expect a livid parent to give a five-year-old child. I'm sure his nose shrunk a little bit in the proccess. His ego and bravado certainly did.
Now I know that you'd have to have been there to really appreciate the moment but it was, by far and away, one of the funniest things I'd seen for a very long time!
Hats off to Thanet police for not taking any shit. And I never thought I'd hear myself say that!
Tuesday, 9 October 2007
Electric Planes On The Table At Manston.
While I'm all for new, modern and fangled appliances, I'm not so sure that there's any place for them in carpentry, at all.
Though I'm not, as such, a carpenter myself, I do come from a long line of them, dating back some 2000 years, originating in The Middle East.
So, upon recieving the exciting news that they were refurbishing the 'Restaurant At The End Of The Runway' at KLMIA (eww, sounds like one of those STDs), I thought I'd pop along and see if any of the burly builders needed tips from me.
Well, with all the complaints about noisy planes that Manston have been recieving of late, you'd really think that they wouldn't want to add to it by employing chippies that had never heard of elbow grease.
They're making a rod (probably on a lathe) for their own back, if you ask me!
Though I'm not, as such, a carpenter myself, I do come from a long line of them, dating back some 2000 years, originating in The Middle East.
So, upon recieving the exciting news that they were refurbishing the 'Restaurant At The End Of The Runway' at KLMIA (eww, sounds like one of those STDs), I thought I'd pop along and see if any of the burly builders needed tips from me.
Well, with all the complaints about noisy planes that Manston have been recieving of late, you'd really think that they wouldn't want to add to it by employing chippies that had never heard of elbow grease.
They're making a rod (probably on a lathe) for their own back, if you ask me!
Monday, 8 October 2007
DUMPT-ON
Many apologies to Vernon Glodatiada, who's home town got missed from my list.
I really didn't want to make a big thing of the fact the both Ra, msg, ate and Bro-ad stairs have their sewage outfalls located here, but hey, as anyone who rents one of their beach huts will attest, the 'blind salmon' make for some astonishing silhouettes at sunset.
I really didn't want to make a big thing of the fact the both Ra, msg, ate and Bro-ad stairs have their sewage outfalls located here, but hey, as anyone who rents one of their beach huts will attest, the 'blind salmon' make for some astonishing silhouettes at sunset.
Friday, 5 October 2007
PALM BAY
Moving to the north of the Isle, it is necessary, of course, for any island to have a special place for those that it deems to be wankers. Well, the name speaks for itself, doesn't it?
Unfortunately, due to population increases and immigration from the mainland (not just our own), there has been an over-spill into Margate, with the Palm Bay side being more heavily affected.
If it comes any closer (there have already been numerous sightings in and over Westgate), I may have to move!
Unfortunately, due to population increases and immigration from the mainland (not just our own), there has been an over-spill into Margate, with the Palm Bay side being more heavily affected.
If it comes any closer (there have already been numerous sightings in and over Westgate), I may have to move!
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