WHITESNAKE !!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ahf3ud0RUUA
I don't know where I'm going
But, I sure know where I've been
Hanging on the promises
In songs of yesterday
And I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
But, here I go again
Here I go again
Such a brilliant song - and omg it just comes out of nowhere - - ok - what i was going to say is - I don't know where i am going with this Blog - Ive had a dodgy day - MOAN MOAN MOAN - but I have had loads of lovely comments on YouTube and a couple of new messages from DECENT guys living close to me - on facebook - so - in that respect i am a happy person - atm ! - I say Person - as I am NOT a girl - and i definatly don't class myself as ' a lady ' - LMFAO at the thought ! - Can a woman dress up as a drag queen - I don't know but i'd sure as well make a good one ! -
and OMG i was just that second thinking of a friend ( lmao - NOT in the drag queen sense ) - and this
" FACEBOOK - Louise Sullivan Just commented on your link " popped up - and WEIRD DODO DODO DODODODODODO ! - It was she i was thinking of - as she always reminds me of a Lady - ( * Laughing here at David Walliams saying it - ''I'm a laydeee and i do laydeeee things'' ) - whenever i say it i think of him ! ) BUT - omfg - she has the mouth of a sailor - and is the beautifullist - is that a word ? - lovliest person you could ever meet ! - Sorry Lou if you are reading this - best i tag you in it so you don't get approached !! Asked for your Autograph for knowing the only LUNATIC Nut Mental Headcase in Herne Bay !! THAT'S MEEEEE BTW !
Anyways - omg - whata day - Mother went off on holiday this morning - dad woke her very very excited at 7.30 with a cup of tea - They are off for two days to .............. Broadstairs - and yes yes - they live in Herne Bay -
31 min Herne Bay to Broadstairs - (16.2 mi) via Thanet Way/A299
Yes- 31 minutes by car - thats right !!
Broadstairs is brim-full of nostalgic, old-world, seaside charm. Sandy bays meet surf schools. Fishermen's cottages meet Charles Dickens connections. Retro ice-cream parlours meet chic shops. Relaxed and unspoilt, Perfect for my mother !! - This is the perfect place for chilled-out, family-friendly fun. I can remember going there as a child - complete with our LARGE long hair german shepherd dog -
I was about 6 - my brother 10 ? - and leaving dad DRAG the dog along who decided that she HAD to get rid of the terrible case of diarrhea Poor Sasha had an urgent feeling that she needed to have a bowel movement, Thin VERY VERY loose stools, ok - Watery stool, complete with heaving and Nausea and vomiting, her tummy bloated and she had awful Cramps, leading her to make terrible noises from both ends - well - this would have been really really worrying and frightening if we had not seen her eat a whole tub of prawns earlier - and thus we KNEW she was going to be ok - It was just ashame that she did all this outside the lovely quintessential quiet beautifully flowered ice cream parlour on the seafront - full to the brim with chattering and laughing old ladies and sweet old gentleman sharing stories, a whole host of children playing games on the path and gleefully and sweetly babbleing to each other, THEN SASHA STARTED - the first we knew were the sounds of movement from the fluid and gas that the bowels in particular were producing.. The bubbling and gurgling sounds that intensified during Sasha's strong urge to pass stool ..... Ohh if only it were a stool - Explosive diarrhea erupted from Sasha - Complete with tail going up and down, and stomach contracting in and out - along with the very frequent bowel movements that was expelled from Poor Sash in an almost violent nature and was unusually and excessively loud .... Well - Barnaby - myself - and my mother - ALL LEFT MY FATHER to drag the poor dog away - BUT - Sasha was NOT going anywhere - This needed to be evacuated - and it needed to be evacuated NOW .... PAWS DUG IN - Dad dragging her along - Imagine this hut - with LOTS of chairs and tables -
= all leads to unhappy Ice-cream eaters with their posh italian ice creams melting slowly as they watched in utter disdain - total repungance - as Sasha's tail went ten to the dozen, stomach heaving in and out, and well - that made it funnier - and with our sense of humor as a family - well - we were in HYSTERICS - OMG - THEN THE SMELL - putrid, death, rotting smell of ohhhhh you get my drift - The term Diarrhea is very subjective, meaning that one person’s idea of explosive diarrhea may vary from another. It is usually very forceful, and is also described as violent, and loud due to the force that a stool is expelled coupled with excessive gas (flatulence) that typically accompanies the diarrhea, yeah - this is DEFINATELY how Poor sash should be described ..all i can say - DAD WAS NOT HAPPY WITH US ! Anyway Broadstairs boasts an impressive seven sand-filled beaches and bays, all of which, i'm sure, can now smell, that the Collin Family had arrived ...
I'm sure Mum and dad will not have another experience like that this time around - well - not unless Mutti has a Teacake .. But - we won't go into that - Im sure they will remember the SashaGate incident on their little jaunt to the seaside - and will have a good laugh - OK - Mum will have a good laugh and Dad will cringe ! - ;) - Broadstairs also means you have to Head to Joss Bay to learn to surf - Yeah Maybe not for my Dad ? or rural Botany Bay to saunter amid towering chalk stacks, yup this is more up their street. At the town's main beach, Viking Bay, discover children's rides, beach huts, surfing, a harbour and cliff-top promenade, they may well just head to the Prom !
The town has a wealth of inviting cafes, OMG Dad is going to be in his element - and THIS reminds me of a time we - as a family went to one of the two 1950's ice-cream parlours Morelli's where provided are flavourful scoops of nostalgia in the shape of Ice Creme - Grandad and Nan ( No longer with us ) we - ........ with us at that point - and they have not deceased because of this visit - BUT Nan told Grandad to buy everyone a Cake and a drink - BUT - even back then the expence came into play - well - grandad got everyone a Horlicks - and then ordered nan, mum, dad, my brother and I a small one Mr Whippy ice cream - no cone - no flake - in a bowl - WHILE he ordered himself THE BIGGEST AND MOST EXQUISITE, DELICIOUS, INCOMPARABLE Black forest cake you could ever imagine, complete with TWO large scoops of Italian IceCream ! - Well - ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE -
My Brother and I sat there eating the ice cream and sippping the Horlicks - mum drunk VERY quickly her drink, all while Nan had gone outside - leaving her Horlicks and 'icecream' and had sat on a bench outside the cafe - well - we finished and went out - Leaving Dad to eat the Black Forest Cake " well - it's a shame to let it go to waste " .............. Nan and grandad all this time were argueing on the bench outside - and even though mum had tried to stop this - it didnt work - so she walked off - then Barn and I went outside - Nan and Grandad still agitating each other in a very perturbing / unhinged way - Mmmm - All over a gateau ! - All while this was going on - which in fact took about an hour - an entire Fairground had set up around them - and I do mean AROUND them - When we went back to get them - Still displaying signs of battle ... They looked up - looked around and actually started laughing - neither had realised this entire fairground had arrived - let alone set up shop - I'll never forget the look on the faces of the Gaffer and Fairground attendants, Priceless ... Anyways - back to the hotel we went - and all Peace restored ...
In the High Street, historic red-brick and flint-fronted buildings are dotted between a rich stock of independent shops, including a certain little shop that sells - well - all i can say is a Multitude of Items that should NOT be for the eyes of a young Abby, well - things Vibrated and spun and looked like a scene out of 'Debbie does Dallas' - not in fact that i have ever seen it - but it always congers up a certain image - I also hope Mum & Dad Look out for galleries including New Kent, Little Art Gallery and Broadstairs Gallery
Broadstairs was Charles Dickens' favourite holiday spot, and this is what Mum always remembers and first tells people about Broadstairs - Explore a wealth of Dickens memorabilia and prints at the Dickens House Museum - also the former home of Mary Pearson Strong, who inspired the character Betsey Trotwood in David Copperfield. - and loved David Copperfield so much - thats where Peggaty's name comes from - my beloved dog - ( One of which i have never felt embarassed by !! ) - Peggotty ( yeah I spell it differently ! ) is David's old nurse and his mother's housekeeper. Her primary characteristic, so far as we can see (besides the red, rough cheeks David keeps teasing her for) is her loyalty, and omg - you couldnt find a more loyal dog than my girl - Even though Mrs. Copperfield frequently yells at Peggotty, and due to my illness i yell alot at my old girl - Peggotty never deserts her, and my Pegs sits looking at my face while her head rests on my knee - Even though the Murdstones try to freeze Peggotty out of the house, she promises she "won't leave - Peggaty Does the name proud -
You can also visit Bleak House, an imposing, cliff-top building where Dickens holidayed in the 1850s and '60s, and wrote David Copperfield. I just know mum and dad will visit - Cliff-top paths link beautiful bays, just inland St Peter's village stages award-winning heritage tours, while the Crampton Tower Museum provides an intriguing insight into Victorian engineering. After all that, they can kick-back and enjoy a free afternoon concert at the bandstand while loving a coffee and a nice BIG Black Forest Gateau !!
Enjoy Aged P's - I'm sure your going to have a blast !!
AND OMG - WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT MY NON STARTER FOR TEN - WOULD HAVE ENDED UP AS A NOSTALGIC MEMOIR !!
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