Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Ramsgate Drug Dealers Go To Pot

Wending through the grimy, East Cliff back streets to the local Premier (Costcutter in old money) for my copy of Gra*ia last night, I spied the local drug dealer tooling around on his mountain bike. He'd occasionally stop, give his distinctive cheery whistle, and a ghost would approach him with the dosh for the necessary.

How different from three or four years ago when deliveries were made by dudes in top of the range Audis! It's tempting to think the umpteen raids on cannabis factories across the island have driven the poor chap to pedal power, but personally I blame the bankers. They just can't afford the stuff any more.

Let's hope that with Dave and, er, that other bloke now in charge we can ride out this economic crisis and at least get him up to an ice cream van with Brown Sugar blaring out of the Tannoy!

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sure it was not one of the local rozzers-"You call and we will come"

Richard Eastcliff said...

Sort of dial-a-dope?

Fantana said...

Hence the expression 'dope peddler'?

Retired said...

He is flogging pate', the cycle deli experience.

Anonymous said...

Surprising that the police still can't catch them.

Anonymous said...

Please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Bring back the death penalty for drug dealers, they are the scum of the earth and an absolute waste of space. The damage tjhey do to so many lives is uncomprehendable, I do not agree with all Muslim laws but I do agree with what they do to people who deal in drugs,