I need to remind myself that i am lucky that Ronald Reeeeeeeeeeegan (thanks JP) is dead and that we still have our health, not to mention our nuclear weapons. And that the pixies last friday were worth living for.
I realise, of course, that this has nothin to do with my remit as "gastronaut extrodinaire", but fuck it.
It was also humiliating and moving to see our last, great compassionate leader MT cry at her own previously recorded speech.
Anyone remember the poll tax riots (where even my parents were scared), star wars and the original special relationship ?
Sorry - a bit of vitriol is good.
Gonna get drunk now.
This is my website The 'Gerald that I built in a fever of excitement when we first moved here sometime in '04. I'd been a regular visitor for a while before that so I am technically one of those DFLs you get now. This site used to be a lot more dynamic with a gig calendar and voting for best venues and stuff, and I know it was a useful resource for those who were moving here. Now I've moved out of Folkestone again (though only to Hythe) it doesn't get as much love as it used to. Ironic really as The town is now becoming the exciting place we always thought it was just about to. My name is not Gerald by the way, the name comes from a fake paper in an episode of The Day Today or something, the Portsmouth Gerald, and how there is a local paper here called the Folkestone Herald. Puns like this are GRATE aren't they? Do get in touch if you have anything to contribute, email anythign @ this domain, or try @folkestone or @pauly on Twitter.