Post 377. THERE ARE MORE OUT THAN IN.

AND MOST OF THEM CAME HERE.

TO THIS TIER ONE ISLAND.
They came in their unwanted hordes from near and far to get noisily drunk and show the Isle of Wight what irresponsible twits human beings can be. On Saturday 5th of December our police cells were jampacked with the useless bastards. More of them were in custody here than in any nearby south coast county. It was mayhem. So much for being the only Tier One designated area in the south east.
Since the type of policing that probably prevailed when we came here fifty two years ago is no longer acceptable, it is unlikely that the prime troublemakers were carefully selected, firmly chastised and, bruisedly convinced that future visits to these shores would be highly inadvisable, put on the earliest boat back to the mainland.
So I guess they'll keep returning now until our coronavirus figures go up high enough to force an amendment to the Tier One designation.
Don't imagine I have always welcomed them as summer visitors, either. Since I own neither a hotel nor or a guest house, I have only ever viewed visiting drivers as hazards on our dicey Island roads: much like those slow old locals who kid themselves they're 'safe' behind the wheel (and who were largely responsible for my decision to give up driving).
It's a mad world.
Enough of the grinch stuff.
CHRISTMAS IS UPON US.

Yep. Here we are again. Back to the world of 'Why did we ever take the decorations down?' 'How long have we got left to send a card to Timbuktu?' and, this year: 'How do we price this properly when we no longer have a village post office to take it to?'
Yes, that's our Britain in still-no-deal Brexit 2020.
Happy Christmas my dears.
Stay as safe as you possibly can.