It’s Not Me – It’s YOU


Dear Whitstable,

This is a hard letter to write.  We’ve been together a while.  We’ve had our ups and our downs.  But now it has to end.

I’m moving on.

We’ve grown apart.  It’s going nowhere.  I don’t even think we’d be better as friends.  We are, quite literally, in different places. I’m sorry, I just can’t any more.  I have nothing to say to you now.

If you love something, you must set it free.  So Whitstable – reach for the sky! Imagine you are Jonathan Livingstone Seagull! (But without the horrible religious subtext!)

It was good while it lasted.

Conrad Blaine


If you want to know who I really am, click on DOWN FROM LONDON

It’s been interesting. 🙂

Happy Halloween!


Blazing Saddles – A Community Bonded

So. the weird weather dealt the desperate people of Whitsable a reprieve.

It was gloriouly hot and clement for an outdoor screening of a very funny, cult film, Blazing Saddles.

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Now, I’m all for bringing children to see films outside.  I’m also all for showing children ‘important films’ that will help them understand war, relationships etc.  But when the word Nigger is  used in the first 5 minutes and there are constant  RAPE jokes I fail to understand why people brought small children along – 8-9 year olds that wouldn’t get the sexist/racsist jokes – but maybe just think that language is alright because everyone around them is laughing.  Most poeple are doing the 8 tins of fosters and a fish and chip take away.  Lovely.  Sharing a Fosters with your children while they watch men hit women and learn racist jokes?  Hmmm.

This is what we ate. Yum.

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Lovely turn out though.  Saw lots of friends. Thank god most of them didn’t bring their children.

Call me a prude.  I’m alright with that.

Ohh.  Next blog.  I’m going to answer my critics. It will be conprehensive.

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