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I've visited Chav central, have you?
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Jane and I were dropping off some SCUBA tanks at an air station for a
refill and decided as it was a nice day to carry on around the coast and
ended up at Skegness.
Now this place must have had its hay-day once.
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Is that like a duvet day for domesticated beasts?
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There are some beautiful old houses in the back roads, sort of, away
from the centre of the front. But walking along the main drag and front
was a case of wading through litter, fag ends and the leftovers of fast
food. Stepping out of the way of groups of Chavs who own the right to
walk six abreast in the middle of the pavement.
I would guess at one in five of the teens I saw were carrying the
results of last nights fight. Black eyes, grazed cheeks and knuckles.
Asking a police officer (on second thoughts he may have been a community
officer) where I could get some good sea food he directed me to a chippy
across the road. When I said I was looking for Crab, Cockles, things
like that he just looked blank and said couldn't help.
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Count yourself lucky: I brought up two jars of olives on my last trip to
Blighty, and the people to whom I presented them as gifts, said, 'what are
they?'
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Jane did buy a couple of Wasgij jigsaws in one shop. A selection were on
the top shelf. The very helpful assistance was pleased to get them down
and said they were up there because the clientele they get in wouldn't
know what to do with them.
The people politest and smartest in appearance sounded Polish in origin.
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I went out a while ago on a bank holiday. The girlfriend and I set off to
the pub at about half eight, meaning everyone else had about 8 hours
drinking on us. The only other people not puking back into their glasses
were us and the Warsaw pact lot.
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Shameful innit, i like a drink, but it is beyond belief now.
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Anyone else been there?
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It is a regular ride-out destination for bikers from these parts, so
yes, frequently - but usually early morning, get some breakfast, then
leave.
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I've never been to Poland, no.
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I pressed the invade Poland button on Platys Ural. Made it to the end of
the car park and changed gear into Italian invasion mode and started
reversing.
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I wheelied it, thus defying physics twice.
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No, but I did think of you (as ukrm's only Norfolk resident, AFAIK)
after just spending 10 days in Norfolk - Buxton/Lammas area to be exact.
SWMBO & I loved it. Most of all I liked the North coast around Cley and
Blakeney.
It's moved to the top of the list as a place to retire.
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I went there several years ago for a stag do. It was abysmal, but just
about became tollerable once we'd finished our 4 punt jugs of beer and
full english breakfasts around 10 AM.
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Plenty of bookies there, I recall.
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Did I just get the place on a bad day?
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Nope - I take it you were in down-town skeggy? You want to go up the
coast a bit to Ingoldmells a.k.a. Caravan-city - listen to the shell-
suits 'speaking' and you would think you were on another planet.
Still, at least it is prosperous in it's way. My own childhood annual
holiday destination, Rhyl, more resembles Beirut than anything else
last time I passed through.
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