Thursday, July 15th, 2010
eastcliff richard in his secret hideaway
Quaffing Krug at a party with my millionaire chums in Notting Hill last night, I spied a couple of beauties in the garden of our host’s magnificent, double-fronted Victorian town house. Pausing only to drape my Savile Row jacket over one of the Henry Moores, I sidled up and made my introduction.
Things were going swimmingly until they asked where I lived. ‘Kent,’ I said. ‘Oh, we’re from Kent too. Which part?’ ‘Er, East Kent.’ ‘Oh yes, where?’ ‘Ramsgate.’
With that a kind of cool breeze swept over the conversation. Turned out they were from Tunbridge Wells and had never dared venture further east than Whitstable. I tried my best, but despite my assurances that Ramsgate was nowhere near Margate, and possibly not even in Thanet, they drifted off towards the famous novelist who was holding court in arbour!
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Same happened to me in Lanzarote,
Where are you from,
Ramsgate I replied,
Where ?
near Margate,
end of conversation.