The ladyfriend and I are off down to Eastbourne tonight to stay in a ritzy seafront hotel (get me). We have a few viewings to do in the morning which start at 11am so we thought it best to be in situ rather than driving down through the rush hour. Far better to be scoffing bacon and eggs than sitting listening to some aged DJ telling us that "the time is coming right up to" and all that mundane rubbish they vomit.
I do have a particular disliking of local radio disc jokeys, I include capital radio in there aswell, there is nothing more frightening in my mind than that carbuncle "Doctor" Fox. It's those voices and their interest in banal details of people's lives I can't abide. Their egos amaze me when they are living proof of failure.
It's funny because I love local papers. Wherever the ladyfriend and I go I always buy the local paper, you can learn so much about a place from what jumble sales there are and how much money has been raised for the local hospice.
My artistic skills have been put up on a brilliant website Click here to go to Sorehead, I am at the top! Have a look round his site though, it's very good.
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