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Ah yes, summer’s here in Sheringham. Yes
it’s time for sand, sun, sea and frolics (if you’re lucky) friendly faced people
everywhere and a generally happy clappy atmosphere, as holidays are a comin’. We
mustn’t forget also all those little everyday local events however, that makes or
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Like the Carnival preparations, St George’s flags
adorning every Skoda car in the land, then throw in the odd car smash at the Town Clock
and a stabbing in the last month and one is left to make up one’s mind to the overall
charm of the place.
I’m afraid it’s the start of the annual Summer Madness that erupts in people at
this particular time of the year. Perhaps it’s something in the water or the general
lack of it as some parts have recently experienced cuts and shortages of supply. But never
fear all is not lost. Wimbledon arrives with frightening regularity and with it, so the
heavens open, so much so, every fish in the area must have thought Christmas has come
early. And so to escape the endless hours of sport coverage on every channel, every day of
tennis or footie, I took myself off to the Little Theatre on the first night of the
Sheringham Players production of Tomb with a view. Indeed at one point I thought my eerie
demise was imminent when the gun shots were fired and there were one or two moments when
some of the cast must have wished for a grave to open during the deathly silences whilst
waiting for the frequent prompts of the evening! But never mind, I was entertained, as I
usually am by the humorous antics of this crazy bunch of individuals who are willing at
least to get up there and perform for us, they’re all mad! And I’m glad they
are, as Sheringham would be a dull place without groups of similar calibre.
Well here I am, penning my thoughts as I contemplate the Home Secretary’s futile
attempts to ‘Nail’ the freed and deported Fireman hooligan from Portugal on his
entry back into this country. How can it be so easy to deport a convicted felon and send
him back here on a whim? Silly me, I almost forgot we’re allowed to bring anything
into this country as long as it’s not cheap fags, booze and the family’s Fido
without a chip in its ear! It’s no good, we’ll all have to move to Spain.
Talking of Europe and especially the European elections, I hope you all did that
important, responsible thing on Election Day. I don’t mean rushing out to get a
Father’s Day card. I meant I hope we all went to one of our towns three, superbly
spaced out polling stations that were so well thought out in their positioning, that they
were all within spitting distance of each other. WELL DONE THEM! It just meant we all had
to walk an equidistant trek from wherever we may live to within the same fifty-foot area.
That was about as cosy as a Big Brother threesome bedroom romp. Come on people in the
know, I mean a single mobile hut on the playing field would have sufficed. It wasn’t
exactly the turnout of the century now was it? And you all knew that beforehand, so why
bother with three wards where one could have done. I just don’t understand it, after
all, Sheringham is such a big place, isn’t it, and it wasn’t as if they were in
such a hurry to declare either. Great forward thinking there my old and weary grey matter
mumbles to itself. What is it all leading to I hear you asking, this great big European
Federation State, should we take it on board. My guess is that there was many a European
country n the past that would dearly have loved to be in such a position of governing
power and not even having to have a World War to achieve it. Need I say more? It all makes
me want to have a lie down with a large schooner of Amontillado. Yes, soon that
might be a possibility 24/7 in Sheringham, should some of our licensees choose to apply
for the relevant licence from the council in future. Hooray, I hear the alcoholics among
you slur. We can drink around the clock! Well, yes in minutes you can, but alas not on any
of the seats in it or in any of the surrounding streets, or you could be arrested. |
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| I suppose then, we wouldn’t even have to leave our
barstool in The Crown or Lobster pubs. Never actually having the need to sober
up or get paralysis in the legs when confronted with the fresh, cold night air.
There’d be no need for some to go home or even move from the wide screen tellies in
the bars whilst the sport is in full swing. Which is fine, of course, but just make sure
Grandpa’s bagged and padded before you leave him. So on that damp note, I must bid
you farewell for now and leave you all till next time. So keep well and be good. Happy
Olympic season to you all and take care. Vic |
I am seeking any information on an air raid
on the ship S.S, North Devon which was attacked as she left Sheringham Harbour on 6th July
1941.Although the ship was badly damaged I believe that she limped back into
Sheringham,one of the casualties was an Uncle called Reginald Mitchell.
I would like to know if he was buried in Sheringham and would be glad of any details
relating to this attack by the German Luftwaffe. I hope that you can help.
Many thanks Mr.R.Northcott.Tel.01392 668562 |
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| As a single 76-yr old- I moved from Cromer to
Sheringham on May 1st (Bless the day). I am in need of company, but I must thank the
good-hearted folk of Sheringham who have made me welcome. Thank you, Dennis Leader. |
MY
NORTH NORFOLK DISTRICT COUNCIL PARKING DISC IS MORE VALUABLE
THAN MY CAR |
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