Now, as regular readers are aware from reading my huge array of blogs, I love strange things, so as a result I'm always out there, mobile phone camera in hand, snapping away for inspiration. Of course, there's nothing better in my eyes than a tacky nightclub, but not having crossed the threshold of such a place since 1999 I feel that I'm ill-equipped to comment. I was however impressed by the New York, New York night spot which is located on the sea front in Herne Bay:
Do you reckon that Herne Bay is, by association 'the town that never sleeps'? Personally with the sheer number of pensioners and small dogs around, I very much doubt it, but there's an awful bunch of chavs who reside on one of the seafront properties near the Hampton who play their darn music so loud that I reckon that it can be heard over in Essex. Maybe I should have packed my high heels, hot pants and danced the night away, but I feel far too old to do so; I never enjoyed going to night venues anyway as they were too loud, I couldn't maintain a decent conversation and quite frankly, I prefer a nice mug of cocoa, a lie down and a good book to keep me company in the evenings.
Whilst out shopping for a loaf of bread this morning I spied this outside the convenience store: