I’ve just gotten back from spending the afternoon with my wife in Great Yarmouth. It started very nice with a fry up and a look in a second hand bookshop down Market Row. I like Market Row, it’s probably the most tolerable part of Great Yarmouth. So we finish down there and walk up to Game and Gamestation. For the love of God why do people insist on bringing their gosh darn children into a computer game shop. They’re just their to make a lot of noise when they’ve found some game involving the latest craze. Grrrr…. And then there’s the old people buying for the younger grandkids or whatever. I mean, they’re gonna get it wrong anyway so why send them?

We also went into the abomination that is know as Poundland. It was Hell on earth. I don’t like beirng in such close proximity to anybody I don’t know. I mean, was nearly holding hands with some random arse man. It’s really not cool. Then there’s the people with their buggies trying to navigate the narrow aisles with their screaming kids pushing past me trying to grab shit off the shelves that their parents sure as Hell aren’t going to buy them. I found some stuff I want but it’s too much for me so I ask if we can leave this Hell hole and there’s a massive queue. Not a major problem but when I’m getting pushed in the back of my legs by some whore with a pushchair I decide that I might as well wait outside before I injure someone.

Then to round of the day on a lighter note, I rescued a pigeon from a phone box. What it was doing in there I’ll never know. Not a great messenger pigeon if it has to resort to using a payphone.

Rant over.