Having a Bex(hill-on-Sea) & a nice lie down. 11-09-2003
- 29 May 2013
Morning all.
First of all, Al could you pls forward my emails to Peter, he's not getting
them again for some reason.
I trust you have all enjoyed another fun filled week at work. I still think
we should all go to school & be educated, then be given a million dollars
(or maybe more now, a mill doesn't go as far when I first had this idea)
from the government when we turn 18 & import cheap foreign labour to do the
work for us.
Think about it folks, it just might work.
Ideas on a self licked postage stamp pls.
To quote Oscar Wilde, "Work is the demon of the drinking class."
I have enjoyed a joyous week on the lovely English South Coast in the town
of Bexhill-on-Sea. One of those little seaside towns that you see on
postcards with the locals enjoying the beach huts & sailing boats that are
all lined up on the shore & the azure blue sea gently lapping up onto the
pebbles under a cloudless, sunny sky.
Pity about the rain.
A typical English summer beach scene. Empty, closed beach huts. Sailing
boats all under wraps to keep the water out. Cold & angry green sea crashing
violently onto the shore. Not a soul on the beach. One brave old couple all
rugged up in parkas & jackets to keep out the howling wind. One idiot with a
camera & a dark sense of humour recording the moment.
Yes folks, I AM THAT IDIOT!!!!!!!!!
Still think it was funny though.
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It almost feels as if I have been working over the last few days. I have
filled out so many forms, not just in triplicate but in quintuplicate (if
there is such a word) so I can have stuff couriered back home.
Some of you may recall my error of judgments a few weeks back when I bought
all those magazines.
Well they got shipped yesterday & I am sending back 1 suitcase of stuff that
I will definitely NOT need in Egypt. The cheapest way to get it all back
will set me back about $1100. CRAP!! And writers cramp. It felt like I was
back writing essays in the HSC exams yesterday by the time I had finished.
Once I had massaged (Rita, where are you when I need you?) the knots out of
my paw I ventured north to the scene of the Battle of Hastings where, for
those of you who actually paid attention in history class, old King Harold
copped a poke in the eye with a sharp stick & Willi the conqueror (a frog)
took the throne. One would think with a French royal family on the English
throne that they might have passed on some of their cooking tips but I guess
not. Selfish bunch, the French.
Speaking of which, Al, there are good Italian Restaurants over here. Well,
one anyway. A little place here in Bexhill run by a family of 50's something
wogs in which I had an awesome feed on Tuesday night.
But I digress.
I enjoy digressing. It has the habit of confusing the fuck out of people &
keeping them on the back foot.
The back foot is a very good place to keep people. Except Steve Waugh who
will carve you to pieces.
Good God, England came back from 4-400 odd on day 1 of the fifth test to win
the damn thing by 9 wickets.
How’s that for a digression?
I enjoyed it.
Anyhow.
The battlefield is not in Hastings at all but about 15 miles north in what
is now a town called, "Battle".
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Nice little town.
Had a cream tea in the 1066 pub.
I know that they are probably less healthy for me than smoking would be but
I do enjoy a good cream tea. A nice fresh scone, strawberry jam, an enormous
mound of thick yellow clotted cream & of course, a good cuppa.
Had several of these around the traps.
Best scones where in a farmhouse at the bottom of Hardknot Pass in the lakes
district.
Best cream was in a pud in the middle of the Dartmoor national park.
Old codger just tried to get himself run over outside by walking straight
behind a reversing van. Now he is abusing the driver. What a dickhead.
Hmmmm.
I seem to have done it again.
Some good names for pubs & eateries in Battle. "The Taste of Battle." was
one fine example.
The battlefield walk & the ruined abbey are very interesting & it was quite
easy to waste half a day there.
Well now that I have wasted half a day here I must go & wait for the courier
man & waste the other half of my day.
Only two more days in blighty (unless you count hanging around Heathrow all
day on Sunday) before I fly out to Egypt.
Not much rain there I suspect.
Well, cheerio.
F.U.S.B.