Well, it was 1994 when I was last living in the great village of Folkestone, but at the time I was trying my very best with the Folkestone & Hythe council to seriously consider a plant whereby unhappy males could take their drunken partners and, erm... sort of 'recycle' the women. Trouble was - I stipulated that the council must provide legal proof via the High Court of Civil Rights in London, that, in fact the females listed on a 'confirmation portfolio paper', would never be able to hit me with a telephone handset over my head - without due care and attention.
The case failed miserably, and several handsets were beginning to resemble ballistic missiles in court. Some members of the sandwich-handout team almost became bankrupt, when a whole tuna-mayonnaise buffet table, including the fresh bread (and the tweasers to pick the bones out the uncooked fish) was totally devastated by a blast by someone who had already eaten the 120 EGG & CABBAGE SARNIES ....ouch!
This is my site The 'Gerald that I built in a frenzy of excitement when we first moved here sometime in '04. I'd been a regular visitor for a while before that but I am technically one of those Down From Londons you get now. This site was a lot more dynamic with a calendar of events and voting for favourite venues and things, and I hear it was a handy resource for those who were thinking of moving to the area. Now I've moved out of Folkestone again (though just a couple of miles) it doesn't get as much love as it used to. Ironic really as The town is now becoming the exciting place we knew it was just about to. I am not Gerald BTW, this comes from a pretend paper in an episode of The Day Today or something, the Portsmouth Gerald, and how there is a local newspaper here called the Folkestone Herald. Puns like this are GRATE aren't they? Do contact me if you have anything to offer, email anythign @ this domain, or try @folkestone or @pauly on the twitter.