I thought I'd have another toddle over to the Ale Festival, over on Ramsgate's not-so-trendy West Cliff, just to see if the crowds had died down. But when I got there everyone had packed up and gone home. The entire stock had been glugged, and all that remained were some Morris Men lying flat on their backs, waving their jangly legs in the air.
So I've had to make do with slumping in my cliff top mansion, flicking between two episodes of the Rockford Files being presented to us simultaneously by BBC2 and ITV1 this afternoon. Maybe I should get Sky after all.