Noise appears to always be a measure of seaside events.
Expensive cheap plastic toys, for snotty nosed kids. Overweight old men showing own saggy skin.
Girls with cellulite on display.
Toothless middle aged tattooed women holding cans of cheap cider.
Artificial leg of the amusement arcades. Greedy seagulls swoop down shite everywhere.
Sand got into the carefully wrapped sandwiches.
Sound of they jolly fat laughing police man echo's all day.
Seafret arriving and night is cooling. Suns been ablaze 27% in the shade.
Crazy golf was pretty tame, rolled down my trousers legs, brushed sand from beneath my feet. With my fudge, plus can of tango waiting for late bus.
Then time to retire at home, and watch a movie.
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