What to do on Bank Holiday, well I was supposed to be working, sorry scrub that I was told I would be working but I got away with that.
So a free day now and where does Mrs Fogg take me, Bridlington, the poor mans Scarborough (only just, it is a toss up which is worst),
And here we is sat in a cheap and nasty fish and chip shop enjoying all the sights have to offer (doddering ole farts, tab smokers, chavs and slappers), no different to many other UK towns today.
A pleasant change to see the dirty crude oil slick commonly known as the north sea (where our fish has just come from)
It’s really crappy here.