The Apprentice In Margate Tonight

[Robusto]

Three miles away from where I'm prodding this.
A gay beach is proposed as a marketing tool, I am told.
A gay beach. In Margate.
Brighton, maybe. Sitges (sp?) in Spain.
Should be interesting.

[Mr Moore]

It all sound slightly queer [strange] to me.

[nicwing]

ok Roboooooosto I'll take this one on.... exactly how is a gay beach a Marketing ploy?

Introducing the Margate Gay Beach Smiley collective in memorium HJ/BJ/OJ - The campest smileys (oh and a Llama)

[Robusto]

It's paradoxical.
Gay Pride does well there, apparently. Big pink parties.
So do the Far Right groups that occasionally march through with their racist dances.

It is a curious place. (I'm being polite).
Tacky sub sub Vegas lights. Dingy streets.
No donkeys no more. Burnt down funfairs. Tracey Emin lauding it.

I'm sure some of you have bizarre places on your doorstep.
Tell me when they're Beeb doc'd like this.

Playing there with the band can be a special thing.

[nicwing]

So what you are really saying is that this is a roundabout way for you to advertise your gig, happy to be part of keeping this thread on "the leader board"

[Robusto]

Nah, Nic.

I'm just a Private Dancer for David and Elton.

[Robusto]

In Margate's defence, there are some pretty good restaurants and bars - and one or two very good smallish venues - in Margate.

We are playing in a bar called the West Coast soon and it's got a real London feel, as opposed to the Garden of England at the end of the Milk Train's tracks ambiance.

I think Kent suffers by being a satellite of London with nowhere to go except eventually into the water if you turn your back on the capital.

Still, most people have dishwashers and plasmas, bread and circuses.

Everybody's happy.

I'm writing crap. I should go and get today's quota done over Tarmac tea and a fat bastard of an NC sent over by the Mexican.

I've had one and it was delicious - but I feel strange taking cigars out of cellophane wrappers.

When I think of the sexual nudity of, say, a Hoyo No2 with its tarty yellow sash, I move to a semi.

Nothing of the sort with cellophane.

I have a bag of salted cashews from the Co-op as well.
So ciao for now, loves.

[nicwing]

I know what you mean about cellophane, I associate them with supermarket stogies, they make my humidor look a real mess.

To the Bat cave working boy!

[Robusto]

Hope they show the bandstand where we play.
All the loons turn up.

[Deano]

This is the gayest we've got so far.

Good work.

[Robusto]

I have to say we like to play on the Broadstairs Bandstand five miles away across the Thanetian Wart. It's altogether a better class of bandstand.

TS Eliot wrote The Waste Land when looking out to sea on a bench at Margate.

The populace reads Toliets instead of TS Eliot so likes to piss there en masse when wankered.

Somebody told me this at work this week. It is seemingly true.

I'll never forget the Eggs Benedict, me. They're altogether a better class of fart-induction.

[Robusto]

[Stogiedog]

I'll never forget the Eggs Benedict, me. They're altogether a better class of fart-induction.


Yep, good breakfast in London, got to say.

[Robusto]

Well I never.
The trans-gendered had popped to one of our gigs.

[Robusto]

Verdict - Not a good show.
Not enough featured filth.