That's exactly what I thought as I walked up Cannon Street the other day, having taken out a 'short term loan' at the Money Shop before having a pint or ten in Wetherspoons, a harmless 'flutter' in one of the many arcades and paying off this weeks instalment on my ten foot TV from Brighthouse (would you shop somewhere whose name rhymes with lavatory?) before wandering over to the Job Centre to 'sign on' (which is a bloody cheek since they know damn well I am unable to do most jobs due to suffering from obesity).
At least the masses in Deal realise they are unwashed - presumably all those in the sea yesterday were trying to wash off the grime?
"The world is still a weird place, despite my efforts to make clear and perfect sense of it".
Dr. Hunter S Thompson
