- which is what it is, apparently. The chocolate eggs that the COOP have been selling for the last 6 months are probably all rancid by now. They have just installed security in there - all meat is now tagged and will set off the alarms if you try and smuggle it out. They have a real problem with shoplifting there, which probably explains why it's just white bread, chocolate and beer... dietary staples for Ore... and they put the red wine in the fridge again.
I was in there last night - it was full of very stupid looking men with no shirts on, revealing huge crap tattoos, and with their pants slung so low they were below their arses - cheap Primark boxers on display - all buying large quantities of beer and barbeque sauce. They don't seem to realise they all look very, very gay-bar.
Went to see some friends last night had a drink in the Cinq Ports, there was a man at the bar in a boater with an elaborate waxed moustache - they were all arguing about AV. One woman was telling the story of how she met John Barrowman at 14 and told him she was in love with her 'So is my boyfriend' he said - and apparently she cried for hours "I still can't believe he's gay" - I think she needs to be sectioned.
Later we went to the Jenny. They have a lovely terraced garden there - I was surrounded by people openly snorting coke through rolled up bank notes - which I grew up thinking was a myth. In the loo two men were doing a deal over a load of coke in one of the cubicles - I don't know why they bothered to be descrete - they were making far too much noise about it - obviously having already partaken, they were jabbering away like schoolgirls - they might as well have done their deal in the bar... unless of course they were trying to have sex at the same time - I wouldn't have thought there was room ( The Jenny - is actually one of the nicest pubs in Hastings - but like a lot of small towns with a population of middle class, middle aged, childless X media players with more money than sense - coke is rife... tedious and obvious - I suspect that most of it is Vim and rat poison. great swathes of people spend all their money on £5 per loaf bread at Judges, expensive blond beers in The Dragon, pashmina's and sub-Ghost frocks from Butlers... and crappy looking white powder that does nothing for them but makes them think they are still young.
I had the misfortune of sitting at the same table as someone who recognised me as having refused them free entry to the RSPCA fund raiser at the Masonic - it was 20 mins before the end and I just said no - they were still quite put out. His friend was quite arrogant and smug, rolling his own cigarettes and thinking he was clever -he came up with the immortal line "I left university in 2008 and since then I've been travelling and working in bars, deciding what to do". It's 3 years and counting, mate.... 3 fucking years.
On the way home I pulled a giant galvanised metal bath out of a skip, ideal for garden use and washing dirty dogs - they are about 60 quid in Winchesters.
Looks like another scorching day. I'm staying indoors and attending to tax matters.
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