Escaping To The Isle of Thanet. By Uncle Monty.

Escaping To The Isle of Thanet.

Story By Uncle Monty.
Photos By Alex Albion.

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London's adnormal and blistering summertime

heatwave of the past week was enough for perhaps

millions of Brits to seek relief from such at either

their nearest sandy beaches or at seaside places

or at local swimming pools or at where ever they

considered it was cooler and far less oppressive,

tropically.

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My own solution was simply escaping to the Isle

of Thanet via Canterbury then onto the old English

seaside towns of Broadstairs, Ramsgate and Margate

to try to cool off for a day or two. You wouldn't

know that you're on a isle either, unless you

actually looked at the map and discovered that

indeed the Isle of Thanet was there - like I did!

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Where there was beach sand, human bodies lay

thick like locust. Makeshift sand castles was the

little kidz' innocent delight, while moms with small

plastic buckets of sea water scurried to bring such

to their moats of sand at where the summer kidz

then could regale as king and queens of their own

castle. Sexy flimsy-clad gals paraded themselves

like on some fashion Cat Walk, while butch black

males spied the white bitches as they walked on

by with their open lust shown on their big African

eyes coupled with their ever-shining white teeth.

Grannies, too, tried their best to be seen at the

beach head, but not with much luck due to their

wobbly walking sticks only impeding them.

Lines like long snakes could be seen at where

soft ice cream and kool fizzy drinks were for sale

and then quickly snapped-up by the holiday folkz

like they were thirsty refugees. I watched the

comings and goings with my cameras to record

the various scenes of modern-day British seaside

life. It was the first time I had visited the resorts

on The Isle of Thanet.

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The British Seaside at The Isle of Thanet.

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On the other side of the pond it was America's

Happy July 4th celebration weekend. So many

Yankees, too, hit the road there to also cool off

from the unbearable heat that has hit several

parts of the states much like it has in the UK.

At Broadstairs, it was about as far away from

America's Independence Day as flying to the moon.

With their U.S flags and bright bunting of red, white

and blue, our Yankee cousins would be far from

amused at the historical ignorance of their American

history by those British folkz at the Isle of Thanet.

But then such Brits would also be peeved that they,

the Yankees, know nothing of our British history

other than perhaps of Loony George III and The

Boston Tea Party ... Who cares? Instead, let us all

enjoy the Summer of 2oo9 no matter who and

where we are from even with all the blistering

heat and over-burnt sun tans and air condition-

ers or fanz running at overtime around the clock.
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At Broadstair's Fairground.

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From Broadstairs, I took the Thanet Bus Loop to Ramsgate and then later onto Margate. The three seaside places were packed with British summer holiday makers and day trippers on what was also Ramsgate's "Harbour Party Weekend." Though not a particularly friendly place, all was well nevertheless at the seaside until I was surrounded by a bunch of 15 local and rude Ramsgate ladz demanding to know why I had taken photographs of them diving or jumping from the pier into the harbour bay at about 15 to 20 feet below. I told them I was taking pictures of them for my blog. "Your blog???," asked one of the ladz with a look of incredulity all over his 15 or 16 year old face. I was too old to them to have a blog for someone who was old enough to be their grandfather. Grandfathers don't have blogs, seemed to be their reaction. I gave them my blog card, but they were still suspicious of the photos I had openly taken. "You know, it is illegal, did you know to take photos?," declared one churlish lad of say 13. Another lad, as cold as ice, said "you can be arrested for taking pictures." I looked at them with utter distraint at their cynicism and disrespect. What was the real reason why they were so upset with me having taken a series of photos of them diving or jumping from the high pier into the harbour bay below? They had repeatedly violated the Ramsgate by-law that make it illegal for them to dive or jump like they did. Some ladz have drowned in the past after jumping from the long pier. I suspect they thought the photos were incriminating of them. I took the photos not to incriminate them, but to simply show them happily jumping or diving at The Isle of Thanet. So who were they to tell me I was photographing "illegally," while they themselves were brazenly breaking the law? Such is an example of many of today's British youngsters who are now considered to be among the rudiest and most vile and ever-increasingly violent kidz in comparsion to other kidz from around the world. They're part of "Broken New Britain" are such contemptible and ill-reared ladz that I encountered at Ramsgate. See some of them at the photo below ...

^ Cocky Kidz Illegally Jumping At Ramsgate Harbour.

^ Another view of The Isle of Thanet.
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Cheers, Uncle Monty.
+America's Independence Day Weekend, 2oo9.
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^ Low Tide at The Isle of Thanet.
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Back at Broadstairs, I met Romanian David (shown above). He told me he was only age 16½. He likes selling The Big Issue and seemed to have good customers while I spent a little time chatting outside with him at the seaside's foodstore on High Street. He told me he had been in the UK for around three years or so at then only age 13½. Unlike those young female Romanian vendors I'd encountered at Northern Ireland's capital of Belfast last year trying to sell - a take of - of The Big Issue called "Ireland's Issues" at 5 Euro, David is at a good headstart compared to those Romanians at NI who cannot compete with him due to their lack of work skills and almost no English to speak of. This lad is going to make it off the homeless list and land-up as perhaps a successful businessman or return to his native Romania to become a noted politician one day at the post-Ceausescu communist regime. Good luck, mate!! And yes, he was the youngest Big Issue vendor I have ever met. Kudos to David!!!

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