No
coach journey would be complete without that mandatory ‘Chatty Kathy’ who
spends most of the trip updating every contact in her phone book on her fabulous
weekend in London whilst the rest of us are trying to catch up on some much
needed sleep.
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| Incessant chatterboxes should be thrown in The Thames |
Chas
n Dave summed it up perfectly when they sung ‘You’ve got more rabbit than
Sainsburys’, this woman was definitely going for a gold medal chatfest record and
after 45 mins, I’m sure the oxygen levels on the 035 coach from London had all
but been sucked dry. Rabbit, rabbit,
rabbit – love, please give it a rest!
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| Oi fish face - shut it! |
My
vote’s with Cubic Corporation who are in the process of patenting technology
that will hopefully jam phones to enforce ‘considerate’ travel on public
transport. I don’t want my brain addled
by you, you or you (finger pointing) with your irritatingly loud and banal
conversations about paisley cushion cover designs from Liberty’s or to have my
personal air space polluted with an epic tale of how your Aunty Ada got her in-growing
toenail fixed. Seriously – NO!
Several
miles down the road from London on the north Kent coast, is the charming town
of Whitstable famous mostly for its bracing sea air and oysters which are
definitely quieter than mobile phones.
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| Fishing boats at Whitstable Harbour |
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| Designer oyster shop |
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| They've got the right idea in Whitstable |
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| Eclectic lighting shop |
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| Whitstable's so old, decimalisation has yet to arrive |
If
you are a mollusc muncher then Whitstable is the place for you. Oysters are
everywhere you look and yes, I did sneak a few empty shells into my pocket from
that huge pile on the beach so I’m now probably top of the Kentish coppers Most
Wanted list.
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| Slimy and more expensive than a tank of diesel |
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| Anyone fancy an oyster? |
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| Don't pick the shells off the beach or else |
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