- Thu Jan 27, 2022 10:26 pm
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The Southend in Argyll is serviceable as wee coastal habitations go. You can see Ireland and the beach is, whilst tight, good for sailing in a west-south-west blow. The former art déco hotel, if it is even still there , was always an architectural highlight and there's a pub, just in land, which is nothing special but you can get oiled and eat pickled eggs.
I recall the one near London being awful. I think that I saw the England Germany game there in '74 but anyone who can confirm this is probably already and mercifully dead. It wasn't ideal. I'd imagine that there is a cockle or two to be had. Possibly, also a pickled egg and even a bag of Big D peanuts which would be pealed off a cardboard POS sheet to reveal a rack of improbable breasts.
No idea what they do with their oysters of yore. You used to be able to get the plump little chappies on the town dock in Dunkirk of a winter's Sunday morning. They were delicious with alternating doses of Mignonette and tabasco - a breakfast of kings or tzars, if you like, with a feisty snap of vodka or, most likely, the local tractor fuel known as Pekêt. (I think.)
I doubt that any of the candidates for Southend West would care to share that joy.