FUKR 750

Okey dokey, pig in a pokey, I've finally managed to take a few snaps of the new crutch extension for your delectation.
Quite why the previous owner has elected to sell it and go to live on a mountain in Spain, hasn't been made entirely clear yet.
Though I'm really rather looking forward to finding out for myself!

Smart jeans for sale.

As much as I love this pair of jeans (possibly the most stylish and comfortable jeans that I've ever owned), it occurred to me that 504, in Roman numerals, would be represented as DIV.
Being the private kind of person that I am, I refuse to walk around in clothing which advertises a side of my psyche that I'd rather people discovered for themselves, as they get to know me better.

Any offers will be considered.

Hoult, who goes there.

I must say that I was suitably impressed with the turning on of The Red Lion lights on Sunday.
And as ever, who should be right in the middle of it all but our very own Mr Ramsgate, Ralph Hoult.
Is there any pie that he can't stick his finger into without pulling out a plum?
Event organisers should be aware that their plans could all be knocked into a cocked hat unless they bring a Hoult to the proceedings!

I wonder if he'd be interested in taking over my job at The Planet Thanet Easter Beer Festival?