Tut And Car Moan

With the nippers off school this week, it's impossible to tool around town without being accosted by budding entrepreneurs flogging off bits of old electrical tut. Today I was offered an old mobile phone, then an Xbox game, both for a tenner. Still, it's good to see members of the Young Ramsgate Millionaires' Club taking their cue from Sralan, I suppose.

These days I usually drive the old jalopy the five minute walk into town. After all, the parking's free, seeing as there are never any traffic wardens about!

Loaded

Interpol called this morning to say they had apprehended Cyril, my accountant, attempting to fly out of Schiphol Airport with a suitcase full of fifties. Apparently it's my money! Woo-hoo!

And to confirm the old adage that winners are grinners, my millionaire chum Sir Alan phoned to say he's going to be in Kent's Ramsgate Peninsula for the weekend, and did I fancy doing lunch? Apparently he's here for the knees-up and fireworks tonight to celebrate the 150th anniversary of our Shirley Temple Yacht Club.

So things are looking up! No more shopping at Netto! I think I'll leave the sponsors on the blog, though, as I've got quite a queue of them lined up, and, as they say at one of those cheap supermarkets I've been visiting lately, every little helps!