Hearing reports back home of the sort of weather we had ´when I were a lad`– does this mean that kids up and down the land were, for the first time witness to - snow coming over the tops of your ´wellies`, sledges, (preferably the home made variety – me grandad made mine), the rusty old shovel being extricated from its home in the potting shed, and chilblains? – I hope so, it´s about time. Of course across Europe this weather is common place and life goes on as normal, not in England though, instead schools close, pipes burst, the buses skid to a halt, the gritting lorry drivers phone in sick, and the train drivers don´t even bother getting out of bed – hurray! – the RIGHT kind of snow! – Even the London Underground shut up shop! – what!?
Mind you, we´ve had it pretty wild over here of late; last week saw some winds of cyclonic proportions wreaking havoc. Bus stops were blown away, pensioners held on to lamp posts, and somebody sneezed, knocked over an electricity pylon and burnt half the mountain down in Finistrat village.
One heart warming story this week amongst the doom and gloom of the recession is that Pontins are creating 2000 new jobs and are on the up and up! I am genuinely pleased about this, we used to go when I was a nipper and me and my sister loved it. So did my mum and dad, they had “chalet patrol” so us kids could be safely dumped into bed whilst dad supped himself stupid on “Double Diamond”, hitched up his trousers for the “Knobbly Knees” contest and came a creditable third in the “Silly Walk” competition. I achieved my lifetime ambition in 1986 when I became a “Bluecoat” at St. Marys Bay, Brixham down Devon way. – You can “Read all abaart it” in my book “Are You Affiliated?” under the chapter “I´m off To The English Riviera – Has anybody Seen My Coat?” available as a free download from my website www.kevinholt.net
Finally, it seems I´m on first name terms with the local tramp – I was walking home from the fruit and veg shop when I hears this “Ow! – Kev – have you got a minute?” I looked around for a while before I sees this cross between Moses and Uncle Albert from Only Fools And Horses uprooting himself from his cardboard mat and looking for the price of a bottle of cider (sorry – “cuppa”), I´ve never set eyes on him before but it didn´t stop him talking to me as if we had met in that same spot every day for the last 10 years. God knows how he knows my name – does this mean I´ve hit the big time?
Mind you, we´ve had it pretty wild over here of late; last week saw some winds of cyclonic proportions wreaking havoc. Bus stops were blown away, pensioners held on to lamp posts, and somebody sneezed, knocked over an electricity pylon and burnt half the mountain down in Finistrat village.
One heart warming story this week amongst the doom and gloom of the recession is that Pontins are creating 2000 new jobs and are on the up and up! I am genuinely pleased about this, we used to go when I was a nipper and me and my sister loved it. So did my mum and dad, they had “chalet patrol” so us kids could be safely dumped into bed whilst dad supped himself stupid on “Double Diamond”, hitched up his trousers for the “Knobbly Knees” contest and came a creditable third in the “Silly Walk” competition. I achieved my lifetime ambition in 1986 when I became a “Bluecoat” at St. Marys Bay, Brixham down Devon way. – You can “Read all abaart it” in my book “Are You Affiliated?” under the chapter “I´m off To The English Riviera – Has anybody Seen My Coat?” available as a free download from my website www.kevinholt.net
Finally, it seems I´m on first name terms with the local tramp – I was walking home from the fruit and veg shop when I hears this “Ow! – Kev – have you got a minute?” I looked around for a while before I sees this cross between Moses and Uncle Albert from Only Fools And Horses uprooting himself from his cardboard mat and looking for the price of a bottle of cider (sorry – “cuppa”), I´ve never set eyes on him before but it didn´t stop him talking to me as if we had met in that same spot every day for the last 10 years. God knows how he knows my name – does this mean I´ve hit the big time?
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