It was an early start to the day.8:14am when we left on the coach from the bus station.
Destination. Skegness.
Living only an hour and a half as the crow flies I thought this the perfect time to make my first ever trip to the sunny eastern coast of Lincolnshire.
Derek and all his working men’s club friends accompanied me, we had a good time on the coach playing card games on the way down for old coins now taken out of circulation for the royal mint.
We arrived in Skegness with me £2.12 to the better of unusable coins.
I had great reports of Skegness from my cousin Judith when she took her kids along, 15 years ago.
But it seems age and decay have caught up with the town, for the first thing i say is an old hollowed out building, reminiscing something one would see in an episode of the hit 1990's show 'London's Burning'. I wonder why they took it off the air?
The second thing i saw was a young man ran up to an old lady, push her onto the ground, take her purse and run off.
The third thing i saw was Derek chasing after this man like a young Ben Johnson on performance enhancing drugs.
The fourth thing i remember, after many local residents rushing past me to try and apprehend the young man, was Derek being ushered into a police car, after catching the man, and proceeding to punch him a number of times in the stomach.
Not a great start to the day.
I thought it could only get better from here on in.
I was mistaken.
After a couple of hours playing on the arcade machine for an old Vhs of the 1994 British Academy Television Awards. The £8.50 i spent on the machine trying to win the tape would probably allowed me to purchase it four times over.
When i walked onto the beach i saw one of the saddest sights i have ever seen.
The years of having to transport around overweight 12 year olds had obviously taken its time on a poor and sad looking donkey.
He looked at me with despondent, despairing and pity-seeking eyes.
Now that was one sad donkey.
I took time out of my busy afternoon schedule and tried to comfort the donkey. He seemed lonely and isolated. I found the owner, the man who ran the beach donkey trekking business to have a word with him about the state he was keeping this animal in.
I have mentioned before that animals are not my cup of tea, but cruelty is another matter.
The next thing i remember, i was being escorted into a police riot van. The man, whose name i later found out to be Bill, was lay stricken on the pavement next to a Mr Whippy ice cream van, with a bruise on his cheek and a little bit of blood coming out his nose.
The police let me off with a warning because it was my first conviction.
I have since donated £350 to the donkey trekking service and pleaded with them to look after the donkey better.
I'm thinking about contacting Rick Wakeman, and seeing if he can help the donkey.
That was a sad donkey.
Destination. Skegness.
Living only an hour and a half as the crow flies I thought this the perfect time to make my first ever trip to the sunny eastern coast of Lincolnshire.
Derek and all his working men’s club friends accompanied me, we had a good time on the coach playing card games on the way down for old coins now taken out of circulation for the royal mint.
We arrived in Skegness with me £2.12 to the better of unusable coins.
I had great reports of Skegness from my cousin Judith when she took her kids along, 15 years ago.
But it seems age and decay have caught up with the town, for the first thing i say is an old hollowed out building, reminiscing something one would see in an episode of the hit 1990's show 'London's Burning'. I wonder why they took it off the air?
The second thing i saw was a young man ran up to an old lady, push her onto the ground, take her purse and run off.
The third thing i saw was Derek chasing after this man like a young Ben Johnson on performance enhancing drugs.
The fourth thing i remember, after many local residents rushing past me to try and apprehend the young man, was Derek being ushered into a police car, after catching the man, and proceeding to punch him a number of times in the stomach.
Not a great start to the day.
I thought it could only get better from here on in.
I was mistaken.
After a couple of hours playing on the arcade machine for an old Vhs of the 1994 British Academy Television Awards. The £8.50 i spent on the machine trying to win the tape would probably allowed me to purchase it four times over.
When i walked onto the beach i saw one of the saddest sights i have ever seen.
The years of having to transport around overweight 12 year olds had obviously taken its time on a poor and sad looking donkey.
He looked at me with despondent, despairing and pity-seeking eyes.
Now that was one sad donkey.
I took time out of my busy afternoon schedule and tried to comfort the donkey. He seemed lonely and isolated. I found the owner, the man who ran the beach donkey trekking business to have a word with him about the state he was keeping this animal in.
I have mentioned before that animals are not my cup of tea, but cruelty is another matter.
The next thing i remember, i was being escorted into a police riot van. The man, whose name i later found out to be Bill, was lay stricken on the pavement next to a Mr Whippy ice cream van, with a bruise on his cheek and a little bit of blood coming out his nose.
The police let me off with a warning because it was my first conviction.
I have since donated £350 to the donkey trekking service and pleaded with them to look after the donkey better.
I'm thinking about contacting Rick Wakeman, and seeing if he can help the donkey.
That was a sad donkey.
