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A Dull Day at the Seaside

I had intended to do a photo-documentary of a visit to the seaside. The idea was to sarcastically illustrate the highs and lows of Cleethorpes, well largely lows I suspect.

I dusted off a digital camera I wisely invested £250 in a while ago, used it to take some pix for ebay a couple of times then abandoned it. Put batteries on charge etc - I was truly committed.

Whilst looking for a case to put the pocket brownie in I suffered an all out attack of ennui.
The whole project was abandoned due to a complete lack of interest.

I settled for wandering around the aforementioned resort, ate a sausage bun, which tasted nice but was no doubt highly toxic and crawling with bowel wrenching microbes.

I am lucky in having the constitution of a yak, such repast would fell a lesser man.

10 Comments »

  1. Lyn said,

    May 25, 2006 @ 6:26 pm

    Dear Sir Rod, (how should one address a Freeman of Grimsby?)

    It is outrageous for a man in his prime to be struck by such boredom, although completely understandable given the Cleethorpes ingredient. Perhaps it is time to spread your wings a little further than our beloved county ….. beyond the Channel lies a land of gastronomic delight, perish the thought of a sausage bun, there is more to life. Doubtless a man such as yourself is swamped with invitations? Yes, yes, I know you wouldn’t want to stay long incase the dreaded ennui returns but a short visit to somewhere exciting might be just the thing. p.s. Chelsea is on tonight followed by the scrumptious House and later, dare I say it … a programme entitled something like, ‘Learning to love your breasts’! … can’t wait. Lyn

  2. Rod said,

    May 25, 2006 @ 6:41 pm

    Lyn
    you may call me Rod, though I would suggest others address me
    ‘return to sender’

    Perhaps it is time to spread your wings a little further than our beloved county
    I always get into trouble when leaving Lincolnshire. Also I am prone to nose-bleeds whenever I am more than 10 feet above sea level!

    I have been to France, briefly, it was full of foreigners!
    I have found myself in the same situation when visiting other countries as well

    Thanks for the televisual tips, I may well watch the Hugh Laurie on your previous recommendation

  3. Our Man in the Kitchen said,

    May 25, 2006 @ 9:54 pm

    The idea of you doing a ‘Bonnie Tyler’ (lost in France!) sounds very appealing-don’t worry about the lingo,it’s nearly all the same just pronounced strangely-I should know-I employ four of them!

  4. Little Brother said,

    May 25, 2006 @ 9:56 pm

    Hello Lyn,
    The correct title for a Freeman of the Borough is ‘Sponger’

  5. Craig said,

    May 25, 2006 @ 11:25 pm

    Having grown up in South Yorkshire, where Cleethorpes is seen as THE day trip location (mainly due to it being the absolute last stop for the railway, I believe) I find it a little disconcerting that you could not drum up more enthusiasm for a photo-documentary.

    Think about how many poor people around the world are missing the delights of the Humber estuary and how many people would benefit from your visual description!

    PS use you favourite search engine and search for jokes about Cleethorpes, and then read entry seven - by Dr Jason Dunlop

  6. Mary (Lynnie's sis-in-law) said,

    May 26, 2006 @ 12:02 am

    Talking of France - what’s with these E number health forms you need - its all too much hassle so am going to Cornwall! Sorry Lynnie, no more form filling, I’ve still got the tax return to do!

  7. Rod said,

    May 26, 2006 @ 9:15 am

    OMITK
    I don’t suspect I would remain lost for long in France, I would expect a deportation order within the week.

    The languauge would indeed be no problem as I speak the world’s universal language fluently.
    Esperanto!

  8. Rod said,

    May 26, 2006 @ 9:25 am

    Craig
    you’re absolutley right about the Yorkshire following, always been strong in Cleethorpes.
    There is a point of confusion though. There is a ‘Sunday Market’ every week, the customer base is, apparantly, almost entirely derived from daytrippers from Yorkshire. Nearly all of the stallholders also come from Yorkshire.

    Quite why both parties travel to Cleethorpes is a mystery to me, could they not do the same thing with greater ease and less expense in somewhere like Ilkley or the like?

    It says a lot about my favourite SE that I cannot find the joke you mention, merely the good doctors biog’
    Regards
    Rod

  9. Lyn said,

    May 26, 2006 @ 12:04 pm

    Dear All,

    Am I alone in seeing Rod dressed in his best Henry Lloyd, sitting in a cafe over looking a marina somewhere exotic, chatting casually to someone appealling? With his charm and wit surely he can’t lose?

  10. Rod said,

    May 26, 2006 @ 1:21 pm

    Lyn
    the image is appealing but I suspect it is because of my ‘charm & wit’ that I am in fact eating an offal tube bun whilst overlooking the river humber and chatting to nobody!

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