HEAR'SAY

Hello and New Year greetings my Sheringhamites. I hope you have all recovered from the seasonal excess one normally endures at this time of year. I think I have just about survived the annual onslaught of the in-laws sitting in "my chair" during the queens speech, helping themselves to the port and brandy like it's going out of fashion. Some might argue that the only way to cope with it would be to take a long walk along a short pier or manage to fall off, like one at any rate.

So what's new? Well for one thing, at least now we know what happened to the"one"railway car park. Yes it was turned into a glass waiting toilet, sorry waiting room. And yes we at last have a brand new line complete with track and ballast. All of which must cost a pretty penny that in itself might have inspired the driver who just before Xmas, took forgetting their pin number out side Barclays one step too far. It gave a new meaning to smash and grab if you get my drift. Or not as the case may have been.
It was quite enlightening and encouraging to see that one of Norfolk's finest 'Mr. Kipper' received an honour from her majesty. Yes indeed that strolapin yong mawtha gev im a rite o'l dew. And quite rightly so. Mind you I hope she doesn't ask him too many questions, as I fear she may well need the assistance of an interpreter! The Queens own ain't a twang many of us Norfolk folk are aquatinted with either, so I for one would love to be a fly on the wall there when queenie hands it over.

Well the end of the year and it saw the end of a couple of murderous dictating and genocide maniacs. Don't all feel you have to rush out in jubilant adulation. As I fear there are quite a few more where they came from. Me thinks there's probably a few growing tendencies in our own governing bodies, I mean you can't even park at a hospital these days as a patient without getting fined by some, more than my job's worth. And the term little Hitler momentarily springs to mind but that might be a little politically incorrect these days as fascist dictating nazis have human rights, as it seems did Sadam just before he swung in the gallows. Just a pity the powers that be felt it was appropriate to give the thing airtime to the masses. Bring back the pathe newsreels I hear you cry. Or perhaps not. If the news over the holidays made you a little depressed. Then the TV scheduling over Xmas must have made you ten times worse. Death, debauchery, drunken squabbles and every kind of suicidal drivel was from just one episode of East Enders alone. Not satisfied with that but we had to endure Little Briton twice! Repeated the very next day along with several others programs. What was going on there then? Had they forgot to pay the licences or something? Who knows? Never mind all I know is that on New Year's day the seafront and town for that matter was full to bursting. Full of promenading families down for the customary short break. Most me thinks appreciating the smell of something other than turkey cooking wafting on the air. After a week of rissoles, soup and curry and turkey salad the taste buds simply yearn for burger or plaice and chips. That is of course if you can physically get out of the chair after consuming exuberant amounts of mince pies, grannies home-made sausage-rolls all followed by a packet of after eight. And by the way does any one ever own up to eating the said fruits of the box only to put back the ruddy wrapper! Don't you just hate it when someone does that? What does that prove? It hardly covers up the fact that someone's been raiding the coveted mint ones. Far from it, it only goes to show that the pincher was too stupid to cover up their dirty deed. I think someone does it just to annoy me. I tell you, next year I'm getting Fishermen's friends just to spite them! I don't know about every one else but I managed to see in the New Year in front of the box with a bottle of port and a second tub of twiglets and marvelled at the London fireworks. Wishing how I might have liked to be there with my nearest and dearest but the mistresses couldn't make it. I was also encouraged at the lack of bangs this year, that in the past, have rocked parts of the town resembling the battle sounds of a front line. I guess however that this year it may have been the hail that deterred the revelling crowds, who knows.

All I can say is that I hope that this year to come will bring you all the joy you desire all the nourishment you need and all the love you can cope with. Failing that just nip to the pub only not the Robin Hood as he's gone off on his hols for a while. And good on him. So that's about it for now. Hope you have a great start in 2007 and it continues to be so. Take care now Vic.