Pah, I say! Zis blogging lark is un piece de wee wee. Why, even updating zis blog thrice daily, as I have done today, I still have time to ponce about mon palais, admiring ze many paintings of myself I have adorning ze walls!
Pah!
It is I, Louis XIV, also known as ‘The Sun King’. I ‘ave usurped the previous owner of zees blog, and installed myself as eet’s supreme power. Vive la France! Zut alors!
I will show you ‘ow a blog should be maintained. You will see. You will all see…
Continuing my tour of coastal Britan (see earlier entry for Leigh on Sea – although if you check back for it, you’ll quickly discover there’s no information there about Leigh on Sea at all, so don’t bother), this week I went to Camber Sands.
I have vague memories of going to Camber Sands when I was a kid. It’s looking a bit dilapidated now – the scattering of buildings and cafes could do with a lick of paint, or possibly just razing to the ground and starting over. I suppose it was out of season, but weirdly the shabby nature of the place actually tallies with my memories. Maybe the buildings looked like shit when they were erected – an interesting architectural approach if true.
You know, here I am, a full-grown man in my late thirties, and I still can’t type the word ‘erected’ without inwardly giggling like a spaz.
The dunes are still the best thing about Camber Sands. Doubtless much ‘heavy petting’ (as it used to be termed on those old warning signs in public swimming pools) has occurred in those dunes over the years; once you get far enough back in them from the beach, you can find yourself really quite secluded. I was too young to do any heavy petting last time I was there, but even if I had been old enough, I sincerely doubt anyone would’ve wanted to pet me, heavily or otherwise. Sob.
