You’re not actually playing the Bognor Rocks, are you? If you were, I could read all about in the local free rag.

Another classic Sunday league football game yesterday. Pouring with rain, pitch like a swamp and everyone epically muddy. It was a big game too: the cup semi-final, and we won! Apparently the final will be played at the home of the legendary Bognor Rocks, which I imagine is almost as impressive as the new Wembley.

Here’s a lovely old pic of our dear PM, genuine I might add.
That’s him in the back row, third from the right. What’s that gesture he’s making?

Except there weren’t any bees around …

Still, these rather ‘full’ lips are fashionable, I believe.

belated happy birthday liv and han!

congratulations tom!

will blog soon. 🙂

julio

I would consider telling the bearded representatives next time you are told you are unwelcome at a campsite that they are operating a ‘discrimination’ policy and that you will take your case up with the Human Rights Commission; then they will in all probablility have a huge fine imposed, might have their site impounded, and you will win substantial damages for the trauma caused.

In fact, I feel you might have grounds for a mild case of trauma already. Weren’t you refused the right to stay another night? As you say, you “felt about as welcome as a kick in the face”. Didn’t you, on reflection, experience a certain degree of ‘fear and trembling’, such that you might have to go to the trouble and expense of councelling? Add to that the fact that such trauma, even with councelling, could have permanant, debilitating effects, and I think you have sufficient grounds for what we amateur lawyers call ‘a case’.

Let me know if you require representation. I should be happy to act on your behalf.