Off Message

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.

Couldn’t log on to blog.com for a while there. But now I can.

the world’s blandest sandwich. Ugh. M&S ‘Count On Us’ roast chicken. Count on us to taste of fuck all, like.

It’s a new day. It’s a whole new world of blogging, but a bit like the old world of blogging. Which is to say, pointless and a waste of everyone’s time. Fantastic.

Here we are on the new blog. Unfortunately, even though I’ve transferred all the posts and comments from Existential Ennui over to here, for some reason you can’t see the oldest posts. Dunno why – they’re all there ‘behind the scenes’ as it were; they’re just not showing up front of house. Mind you, that’s probably a blessing.

So this is Off Message. You’ll notice that it’s almost identical to Existential Ennui, with the exception that there’s a nice photo of me just to the right there. Lovely. Same old bollocks, new address. Onwards.

Yes. Well. Good then.

Pretty soon, I’ll be moving this blog to a new address, with a new title. I’ve started transferring over posts and pictures and comments, and once I’m done, I’ll post the new URL here, and you can either follow me over, or seize the opportunity to stop reading this rubbish. Let’s face it, it’s not going to get any better.

Written by: Burt Ward at 2007/03/16 - 11:26:29

I’m still reading The Spectator. The New Statesman’s just so fucking dull.