Plain Wrong

I see the Gazunder's Plain Jane has waded into the murky world of Thanet blogging this week, with several of the top blogs given a mench. Yours truly gets a guernsey (of course) as does Bignews Tony and Bertie Biggles.

The old Eastcliff ego, already quite dangerously inflated in some people's eyes, swelled even further at being dubbed 'the local blogging king' and 'often the first with breaking news', and I was even contemplating a trip to Boredstares to plant a couple of 'mwahs' on PJ's cheeks. But then there was an audible POP! as the mincers copped the fact that she'd called me East Kent Richard, and given my web address as www.eastclifframsgate.blogspot.com, which as every blog fan knows is the address of Councillor Green's site. So much for culling a few readers from our local blue top!

Oh well, it's a good job I'm off to Mr Ceaucescu (no relation)'s dacha in South Ossetia for a little break next week. Hopefully the R&R will help soothe my bruised sleb pride. Fear not, though, as I'm leaving the big chair in the capable, clasped hands of my occasional correspondent Sister Assumpta. Now there's a woman who would give Plain Jane a foul-mouthed run for her money!

Click here to read Plain Jane on the Gazunder website

Thanet Janet

Only in your super, soaraway Eastcliff Richard! Each week local author Janet Thanet gives us her insight into the island!!!

I'd been meaning to take the dog for a walk but somehow hadn't quite got around to it after Rodney treated me to an echinacea rub in our gorgeous walled garden. Enjoying a cup of organic Earl Grey, I was miles away, remembering dreamy days on the beach at our beloved Broadstairs.

I'd been suffering from a touch of anxiety brought on by the time of the month, and what with all the hoo-ha surrounding the launch of my latest book How to turn a million words into a million quid (Snood Press, £9.99) had quite forgotten that Bunty was coming over for luncheon. Only when darling Rover started barking at the gate did I arouse from my reverie.

Cutting the crusts off the egg and cress sandwiches seemed so prosaic after the dreaminess of the morning that next time I shall have to prevail upon Rodney, methinks.

What's that got to do with Thanet? - Ed.