Well wouldn't you just know it, but the weekend between leaving the old job and starting the new job, when I ought to have been catching up on much-needed zeds, my lovely gang from Medway, the DMs (remember those?) were going on a SKA/Reggae boat-trip disco and no, I wasn't going to miss it.
So after Friday's private celebration for leaving the kak job, on Saturday morning I travelled to Chatham. I am now so used to Bedford that the folk who travel on trains through Kent strike me as particularly feisty. Getting on my train at St Pancras were a host of guys wearing viking helmets and I shared my coach with a delightful group of Hindu women from Yorkshire who were heading to Chatham to rip it up for a hen party.
The people who were getting off the train at St Pancras, having riden up from the Kent coast, those are the ones I remember from when I lived there. They'd obviously all been drinking from the start of their journeys and the train presentation team had a lot of bottles to clear before we civilised folk could board the train.
I enjoyed my chat with the hen party.
This shoe is in a shop window in Chatham High Street, I assume it's kinda specialist and I hope the shop has a website to attract specialist custom because you won't get many general walk-ins for this niche in this location unless I missed out on a massive subculture in the three-and-a-half years I lived there.
The SKA/Reggae riverboat disco was utterly wonderful and my great friend Sally met a lovely guy called Harry and what more could you possibly add to a night like that?