Blog2006 ≫ Quiet night in Folkestone

Saturday we went on a bit of tour of Folkestone, just to remind us and our visitor Emma of some of the less salubrious joints in town. We were originally going to head into Hythe and get a curry, but Emma already had a dinner lined up, so decided to cook ourselves up a Mexican feast at home and then just stay local. Was this the best idea? I'm not sure... the feast was mighty, ate a bit too much though, and this made me abit sluggish for the evening.

We started off in Harvey's, a favourite hangout of Clare's when she was a youth. It's a bit rough in there, but I'm sure it's great if you know people. They have a few beers on and have all the facilities like pool, darts, table football etc, but it wouldn't be my first choice of pub. FAR too much repetition on the jukebox too (Hard-fi, Hard-fi, Libertines, Hard-fi, etc), so one drink and we're off...

Next stop The Leas Club. Almost. We had a look inside, it was lively enough, but it had the air of a youth club, so didn't fancy that much. This was the first place we saw people in fancy dress too. For Hallowe'en, don't you know.

We planned to check out The Skuba bar, but walked the wrong way on some kind of auto-pilot, in the general direction of the harbour, so missed this out. Had a few games of pool to the strains of a DJ in The Ship, then on to a fairly ropey hallowe'en band in The Mariner. Ended up at The Brewery Tap, which was lively and full of youths, with a great DJ and things, but I had a really bad pint of dirty arse water there, which ended the night on a bum note.

No stop in at Chambers you'll notice, it wasn't entirely that we chose the worst places in town on purpose, but they did have a fancy dress do there on Saturday night, and it was pay to get in, and we weren't going to dress up, and so on. Bah humbug.

We did hear from Clare's bro who was in Keppel's bar, on our recommendation, with Clare's dad. And it was rubbish. The place was dead, only two or three other people in the whole place, which is surprising, as it's great there. The whole of town feels a bit quiet on a Saturday, I think that's everyone's night for going to a real "event", rather than just out for a drink.

Not a good weekend of pubbing all told really. I went round the inlaws today with a view to cutting their lawn. This job was already done so I got lumbered with trimming the hedge into some sort of box shape. This must have used muscles in my arms that have never been awoken before, as after I couldn't operate my hands at all, not even to lift a cup of tea up to my mouth... what a weed! How do you exercise these dormant muscles? Without doing regular gardening work I mean.

Busy week lined up, third round for a job opportunity tomorrow, that sounds fairly hopeful, then off for popbitch drinks afterwards somewhere in Soho. Tuesday I'm going for drinks in London again, with the people I'll be working for next week this time though, so somewhere around Spitalfields sort of area.

Reading: Bones and Silence1. Watching: House1. Eating: Chilli pie, with leftover accompaniments from yesterday, including fabulous home made guacamole. Folkestone market is rubbish, but you can't argue with five ripe avocados for a pound.

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Paul Clarke's weblog - I live in Hythe near Folkestone. Wed to Clare + dad to 2, I am a full-stack web engineer, + I do js / Node, some ruby, other languages ect ect. I like pubs, running, eating, home automation and other diy jiggery-pokery, history, family tree stuff, TV, squirrels, pirates, lego, and TIME TRAVEL.