Simon Schama has a good word about Folkestone in The Guardian! Well kind of:
Howard was bouncily affable as he trotted Folkestone high street, a place inexplicably bereft of the roaming hordes of ruffians and mendicant asylum seekers he says infest New Labour's derelict Britain. Surely he can't mean the ubiquitous Ecuadorian pan-pipers (are there any left in the Andes?) who warbled away while the SBL closed in on constituents, for an economical handpump (pensioners got a concerned left hand on their arm too) adroitly avoiding, in short order, the Green party table overstocked with belligerently pacifist eco-literature; giggly girls stuffed into jeans shouting their resolution to vote for the Official Monster Raving Loony party; and burps and hoots from acne-stricken yoofs dressed, bafflingly, in Boston Celtics kit.
This is my website The FG that I built in a fury of excitement when I first came here in approximately 2004. I'd been a frequent visitor for a few years before that but I am technically one of those Down From Londons you get nowadays. The site was a lot more dynamic with a calendar of events and voting for favourite places and stuff, and I know it was a useful reference for others who were 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 The town is now becoming the exciting place we always thought it was just about to. My name is not Gerald by the way, this comes from a fake newspaper 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 get in touch if you have something to contribute, email anythign @ this domain, or try @folkestone or @pauly on the twitter.