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Well here we are folks. I take it we all
survived the escapades of Halloween and bonfire night. The latter seemingly lasts for a
month. However, to me there wasn't so much inconsiderate behaviour this year as there has
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Perhaps that may be due to vigilant shopkeepers selling
their wares responsibly, or perhaps it's the sheer cost of two seconds worth of a quick
thrill. I gather that some of the more illicit devices are still finding their way onto
the market. They happen to share the same amount of explosives as Bin Laden terrorist
would be all too pleased to own and some, according to manufacturers advice need the space
of a football pitch to ensure the viewing public don't lose an arm or two in viewing the
spectacle.
Now then what are we talking about on our Sheringham streets? Well there's the new
Conservative Leader, the exorbitant house prices and why exactly not one single kid turned
up for this disco event of the year that was especially laid on by the generous folks of
Sheringham. One thing is obvious though, laid on bright lights and music is no longer the
draw our new generation yearns for. But to my mind I don't think it was the content but
the location! After all, who wants to be seen dead in the same naff place as their parents
probably met and had their first physical encounter over a coke and a banana milk shake?
If there was ever a better endorsement to replacing the community centre for another new
exciting building elsewhere, this is it and that reason alone could be just enough cause
for thought. No it seems that our beloved little darlings enjoy Yesu and all that has to
offer. It's just that it isn't open late enough. These kids have a hankering to be as
rebellious as they lawfully can be, so after an evening of half a can of scrounged
Fosters, a swig of cider and one of dad's missing fags later, their refuge closes. Not
that that sort of thing goes on in there please don't think I'm suggesting that for a
moment. Our kids' philosophy today, seems to be, don't want to hang around home with mum
and/or dad, they, like we all did, want to be seen to be rebellious.
So the next best place to hang around with your mates is where? Well I guess it's where
we've all seen them sitting in the doorways and on the pavements in and around Matella's
and outside the old post office. Now more dangerously, in and across the road by the
amusement arcade. It is the obvious choice to spy passing talent and mates that hover
around, meandering aimlessly at that time of night. One thought though, just in case you
were beginning to get depressed or angry and asking questions about the suitability of
their parents' parenting skills. In my experience, on the way down to the Lobster on a
Friday night, there only seems to be around twenty or so of these young folk of various
ages "hanging about". Usually, as was the case I can confirm, the police were
there speaking to them gently but persuasively coercing them I hope, that they would be
better off tucked up in bed or watching the telly, than sat halfway across the road
tempting fate. It must be a comforting thought though, that there are nigh on a thousand
children that go to our High School from Sheringham and district. All we see on our
streets most weekend evenings, are about twenty or thirty bored kids, looking for a fix of
excitment by letting off macho verbals and mucking around with each other. I'd say that
represented an insignificantly low proportion of the populace in question, which I think
gets a disproportionately high bad press.
Now then moving on. It was heartening to hear that our local RNLI have volunteered to put
up our Christmas Lights this year. After a few worries about whether there were going to
be any lights at all, this gallant bunch of brave individuals have taken on the task. So
it won't be long before our town centre is adorned with festive coloured gaiety for all to
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The council is dipping into its pockets to provide trees
or something and along with various other donations this year's should be remembered.
I think that we all take for granted the hard work and time that is put in to this
sort of operation, but of course it doesn't stop there. Once the pretties are up, it's
generally followed by the usual seasonal sport of seeing how many bulbs we can down with
the lob of an hooch bottle. Secondly contended by who can pee over the star at the top of
the tree, and last but by no means least the league of dimwits who religiously every year
try to nick the lights off the tree on Otterndorf Green. All these little misdemeanours
have to be continuously rectified and to this effort is afforded even more precious time
by these saintly individuals. My thanks to them personally this year and for every past
years efforts to date.
Well that's just about it for this time. Don't forget post early for Christmas and those
all-important last posting dates for Christmas cards and gifts for certain countries or in
our case best we do it this week! For Cromer!
All the best for now, Vic. |
MERRY MASONS
MEND MASONIC CENTRE |
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