I’ve been trying to calculate just how many times I’ve visited Torquay, it’s posibly 35 or more. Each easter my extended family (very extended, extended up to a hundred friends and friends of friends) would hire a coach and book out an entire hote…
When we were working out what benefits the funders of our post-modern grand vitesse could have we were a bit stuck — what could people get tangibly from us ragged-arsedly pootling round the coast? Yes this blog, but to be frank it’ll be bitty: we’…
One thing we didn’t really factor in to the planning of the trip is that the seaside is a bit like the countryside. Pretty, hilly, cold and with poor 3G coverage—which is why updates at the moment are a bit sporadic. I spent nearly as long trying …
Being followed down the motorway by a massive Harvest Moon sitting low in the darkening sky.Of course we’re listening too Neil Young.Four piers and were off to sleep in a bus in a compound in Somerset, it belongs to a friend of Midge’s but as I do…
Two down, fifty odd to go.After some pissing around this morning. Mostly because a hungover and clueless Jon having to pack. We made it to weston-super-mare. ‘Will I need a towel?’ shouts Jon from upstairs.’Of course you will’ I shout back.’I don’…
So far, on our first stop we’ve encountered a closed ‘Captain Jack’s’ on-pier bar, a closed other bar and even a closed Tourist Information office. Wetherspoons, however is always open. It even has a nautical theme. First listen to David Essex too…
Is exactly how my Granddad taught me to always start any public utterance, although he insisted that the grey PM of the nineties was called “John Mayors” and wouldn’t be told otherwise. He also drove a brown Austin Allegro with a vinyl roof which …