Yep, today I went to Cromer, and tonight I planned to write something witty and insightful about that.
Only nothing interesting happened.
There were no public toilets on sale, nobody shouted at me, I didn’t find a dead cat on the beach or get caught out in a rainstorm. It was pretty much an idyllic day at the seaside. All very nice for me, but not the stuff of which scintillating blog posts are made.
I guess the Chinese are right – life is only interesting when it’s in the crapper.
Never mind. I’ll be interesting tomorrow.
In the meantime, here’s Kylie. She’s a typeface.
I think this is possibly the worst song she’s ever done, but perhaps the best video.
Now why would I think that?
Trumpetville 
Oh, didn’t you eat chips? Chips are interesting.
Nah, I had cheese sandwiches with Branson sauce, and a bottle of shandy, so I could pretend I was having a Ploughman’s.
Then I scoffed a packet of twelve Jaffa Cakes, one after the other, but I probably shouldn’t admit that.
Regarding chips, we’re at that time of the year when I keep my powder dry until I see the magical phrase ‘Now frying new potatoes!’
TWELVE Jaffa cakes?!!!
No – sorry, I’m saying nowt.
If that’s what ploughmen have for pud, I’m guessing you just had to force yourself.
Were the capitals strictly necessary there?
I mean, twelve Jaffa cakes is hardly Guiness Book of Records stuff, but maybe next time 🙂