In his 60 second interview in today's Metro, Bill Nighy confesses that he once discarded a pair of pants in Folkestone:
Were you a Hemingway fan? I still am. I read somewhere that Ernest Hemingway didn't wear underwear, so, on my way to Paris, I abandoned mine in the English Channel at Folkestone, the more to be like him. I loved his short stories, They blew my mind. He was a very radical writer. People pooh-poohed him as soon as he was dead, like they do with everybody because in order to embolden themselves, they diminish somebody else. He remains one of the great writers.
This is my website The FG that I built in a fury of excitement when I first moved here sometime in 2004. I'd been a frequent visitor for a while before that but I am technically one of those DFLs you get nowadays. The site was a lot more dynamic with a gig calendar and voting for favourite places and things, and I know it was a useful resource for those who were thinking of moving to the area. Now I've moved out of Folkestone again (though only to Hythe) it doesn't get as much attention as it used to. Ironic really as Folkestone itself 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 pretend paper in an episode of Brasseye or something, the Portsmouth Gerald, and how there is a local newspaper here called the Folkestone Herald. Puns like this are great aren't they? Do contact me if you have anything to contribute, email anythign @ this domain, or try @folkestone or @pauly on Twitter.