Absolutely harrowing images from the news at the moment, hideous things going on in the Middle East. Depressing, and to top it all off theres a major Ebola outbreak in Africa, which if they dont get under control soon should be of concern to us all. The staff in that nail place on Ramsgate must think theres an outbreak in Stockton already, judging by the masks they were wearing on their boats as I mooched past yesterday. My lunchtime meander also took me past a girl with a TFM microphone in her hand, asking people their thoughts on how the re-vamp of Stockton High Street could be improved. She neglected to ask me however, I can only assume because the National Grid may not have been able to cope with the expected power surge if thousands of people tuned in to hear my views broadcast over the airwaves. In the event, TFM later gave air-time to just three people, all of whom said that the town-centre would benefit from the addition of a Primark! One lady ventured: What Stockton High Street needs is a Primark; ask anyone, theyll all tell you the same thing!. Well Sweetheart, I beg to differ. If shed asked me for example, Id have suggested that they should be courting one of the major supermarkets. OK, theres a Lidl at the back of Wellington Square, but thats just not cutting it for me. I bought a packet of two cod in herb and butter sauce in there on Friday, for quite a reasonable price as it happens, trouble is they tasted rank. Im not suggesting that the contents werent harvested from the sea, Im simply disputing whether they were ever actually fish! I would also have suggested banning tracksuits from the High St., and life imprisonment for anyone caught spitting on the floor; the jobless figures would plummet! Oh, and maybe putting a limit, say 350, on the amount of young girls pushing prams allowed in a store at any one time; that would give rise to a far more pleasant retail experience as well. Of course there are some great little outlets in Stockton, Review Menswear on Silver Street has no rival, theres Much Ado About Muffins, and if you dont mind waiting about ten minutes you can have a cappuccino lovingly prepared for you by Bianca at The Regent cafe. However, I would also have asked the question is there really any need for so many charity shops on the High St., good causes Im sure, but lowers the tone. I myself was in the Butterwick Hospice one on Monday, leaving a pair of suit trousers to be dry-cleaned, and I have to say casting my eye around I was amazed that they seemed to have a job-lot of short shorts and hotpants on their racks. I always thought that it was just little old dears who donated their cast-offs, not young hotties giving away their pulling gear, you shouldnt judge a book by its cover I suppose. Except of course, you should. I recently purchased a copy of Dirty Debbie Gets Nailed By The Rugby Team, and the picture on the front cover turned out to be an excellent indication as to the contents inside. Meanwhile, more dog excrement outside my house, I find this disgusting, wtf is the matter with people. And from the size of the offending faeces, this isnt a medium sized or big dog, oh no, their owners are out exercising their hounds over the woods or the park. This isnt the result of some menacing thug going out for a walk with his pet Staffie, Tyson! Oh no, this is some little old dear with one of those ridiculous toy rats, cant be bothered to take it for a proper walk; need a shit Fifi? - Just do it outside Dannys house! Id love to follow the culprit and have a dump right outside where they live and see how they like it; twats!!!! Ita vero.
Posted on: Wed, 30 Jul 2014 09:51:19 +0000
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