As the existentialists point out one always has a choice. Although I doubt that John Paul Sartre was ever stuck in Hartlepool in a pissing cloud burst. In a light summer jacket. Without a brolly. That'd have made him ****ing nauseous and no mistake. You don't realise how absurd and meaningless existence actually is until you're stuck in Hartlepool on a wet Tuesday afternoon.
I remember when Jean-Paul Sartre died Clive James saying how quickly people forget. The obituary in some broadsheet had written an obituary for John Paul-Sartre.
Remember feeling exactly the same on a wet Tuesday evening there in 2001. Got dicked 4, but crashed at a lass's from Stockton that night who was very accommodating so not all bad.
The old Mustapha's restaurant is now a 24 hour convenience store. Just a short walk from station. It's very continental in there.
What's with these continental shifts? Seem to be coming more common....6 to 6.....4 days on...4 off. I couldn't have hacked them. I'm glad I retired when I did.
I was in Paragon Station at 5.20 and got a Greggs meal dealYou on the other hand were in The Clarendon and Greggs staff could wait no longer...
John Paul Jones caused a load of bother off Flamborough Head a long time ago on the Bohnhomme Richard.
He was on at Wembley last Saturday in the Taylor Hawkins tribute line-up. Seemed to enjoy himself and was still on form.