Well my full time week in the mindlessness of the mall went alright but it was very nice to have the weekend. Saturday was spent milling about with the LLT bunch and Sunday well that was more interesting then it had any right to be.
Sunday was starting out lazy, I got to Zuckerman’s so late that all the croissants were gone. Dave stopped by the house and Chris was still in his dressing gown. (Or gownd as I would pronounce it.) I placed a scarf over Chris’s lap for some decorum toward Dave who was bored and wanted to go for a drive. We got in the Dave-mobile and headed to a place called Sea Palling which was appalling rather then appealing. It wasn’t so bad it was just a bit of the end of the Earth feel that you get with the Norfolk coast. It had the mandatory amusements arcade, a pub, some caravans, a place to buy hot doughnuts and spades, and that is about it. There was a good cat sliding backwards down the sea wall in order to get a good scratch; less good is the fact that the beach is where crabs come to die. Good it had a concept play park with lots of fun ways to spin yourself silly and a burial mound slide. Less good cinder toffee – got some and it tasted more like cinder than toffee. (How can something with so much sugar taste so bitter?) So we left that place with an odd rock in our pocket and 1.60 paid at the car park.
And like a lot of our outings with Dave things got stranger and yet oddly better. We then just decided to take the road where it lead us – which was to Horsey and California and Pointin’s Holiday camp which looked a lot like a prison camp and a stupid amount of windmills. We then settled down at the King’s Head in a place that wasn’t even big enough to be a village.
The Kings Head was a local pub for local people and if their fingers were not so webbed I’m sure they would have been playing dueling banjos. I’m am being a bit harsh, but the place was rough around the edges and felt a lot like sitting in a stranger’s living room while all their friends were there. In the matter of one meal we learned everyone’s name in the bar (including to the two dogs) we did this by over hearing conversation and reading the captions on the wall from pictures of parties and fishing trips. Chris and Dave ripped the piss (American translation: made fun of) most of the people in there except the guy that looked like Bullman wandered around randomly clapping and make a loud noise – he seemed nice. And I’m sure they were saying things about the ‘outsiders’ but you wouldn’t know because in true English style everyone was extremely polite.
Dave and I had ‘puddings’ which was more like dumplings with some stuff in the middle, and Chris had the steak. He did not specify whether he wanted the 8 oz or the 20 oz a difference of seven pounds in price and by the look of it they gave him the 20 oz when cheerfully commenting about it to the land lady, she made some comment about “well you know I hear in London now…” we feared what came next but it wasn’t so bad. (Feel free to play the game of insert yokel comment of what they think is going on in London such as …”people are thinking they are getting steak but really it is rat” or “ people cut off your fingers if you wear a New York Yankees baseball hat”) Well the wonder of it all is that she only charged us for the 8 oz steak making Chris’ meal the cheapest and we all pretended to eat the leeks in cheese that for no reason she gave us.
We then went to an abandon church which was half in use and half picturesque with ivy covered flint walls, a cracked tower, a tree growing up the middle of the alter, spiral stairs leading no where, and a human femur bone. (Which due to the gapping holes in the Victorian graves I think it came out of that – still a good giggle was had by all when Chris through it at Dave’s head.) We also saw a hare and I got slightly NETTLED!
Other news I have a job interview with the NHS tomorrow to be a call taker on the weekend and due to its ‘anti-social hours’ it pays very well. So wish me luck! I real want this job.
Also Chris is away for the week playing Army with some of his students; but more on all that and the newsstand antics later.
Easter Egg: Look for Sledge (Sara Ledger) of Chris working with fame on the LLT link.
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You do get that end of the world feel with Norfolk generally - trains do it at night - and the coast is end-of-the-world already, and Norfolk heightens it.
Is this the Dave I hope it is?
Is this Yankee-de-digitising legal? If not why not?
Easter Eggs, too. I'll have a gander....
Note - I knew more of those people than I thought I would. Comes from taking French, I guess. (She might have been harder to spot if she didn't have a name, and a comment...) Still good work.
No offense but if I were in a backwater local pub and the chubby love child of Stephen Fry and Harry Potter, yankee girl and a balding Geordie came in being all university educated at me, I wouldn't be exactly welcoming but hey I'm only from this arse end of beyond county so what would I know (joke!). Besides as you know, the North Norfolk coast is where it's at.
What's this about Chris throwing things at people's heads on a trip to the coast again? You should get that boy seen to, a few weeks of electric shock therapy should do the trick.
Chris' birthday is the same as Harry Potter! I'm sad and worked it out from the second book that HP was born the same year (1980) and day as our Christopher.
Post-note. It is not the Dave I thought it was. However, the Dave I thought it was is not who I thought he was anyway. The Dave it is makes perfect sense and I'm sure (if I were to spend more time with him) I could become a big fan of him. Right now, my favourite thing about him is the way that sometimes he sounds like he's right next to the River Tyne and others sounds as if he doesn't know where it is.
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