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Jun 13

Went to a TVR showcase event at Poole Quay last night. It’s an annual summer event showcasing a different make of cars each week. Owners of specific cars can drive there and park along the quay for free between 6 and 9 pm on their allocated nights.

 

Sheylara at the Quay

 

I suppose the draw for car owners is to have their cars gawked at and perhaps, for some, free parking while they sample the entertainment offered at the premises (bars, restaurants, scenic views, seagulls being a nuisance).

So, June 28 was TVR night and Piers never passes up a chance to fraternise with other TVR owners. That means I get to tag along event after event, looking at the same cars again and again, listening to the same conversations over and over…

“I’ve just installed a brand new zndltggnla dpe lnweo nxjiifi! Tqqwlxm eh pzxb lopq wrvsd!”

“Oh, I say, that’s brilliant, old chap yytnvlq snptrrus trqr angggseylmt qw xyzl or frhglmp b ix!”

Well, I tend to tune out after a second or two, so I’ve had to make up a conversation, sorry.

 

Fraternising at (near) the Quay

 

So, seagulls being a nuisance.

Yes.

When I first came to England (from Singapore where there are no seagulls), I was of course delighted with them because they fly so near you and they’re so tame they’d eat off your hands. And then hop on your head and peck your eyes out.

I exaggerate. They’re not that vicious. Unless you consider someone pooping all over your freshly polished car a vicious act.

That, in fact, is what seagulls do, and they are extremely unapologetic about it.

 

Seagull dropping a bomb

 

Last night, this happened to an unsuspecting TVR.

The guy parked and stepped out of the car. I walked over to take a photo (not specifically of it but of a larger area that showed more TVRs driving towards us).

I took one photo.

 

TVR

 

Then I took another photo.

 

TVR

 

And I heard exclamations.

“OMG.”

“What just happened.”

“Did you see that.”

“How in the world…”

And I looked at the car (see above pic) and it had like 30 splatters on it, all possibly the work of one seagull (I didn’t see but that’s how it was told) and all within a second.

How does ONE seagull do that in ONE second?!

 

It started to rain lightly about 15 minutes after we got there but still okay for walking around, admiring the cars and the views. When it got colder and rainier, we went indoors for dinner.

Dinner was at Italian Gossip, a restaurant serving Italian (duh) cuisine. Service was ultra friendly and food was reasonable.

 

 

Pan fried chicken liver on toast. Yums. But not as yums as Nando’s chicken liver.

Chicken liver on toast

 

 

Spaghetti Vongole. I have yet to be impressed by a pasta dish in England. I keep hoping and I keep being disappointed. They’re always quite bland; you might as well just boil a pot of spaghetti and eat it straight up.

Spaghetti Vongole

 

 

Salada Mista. Well, it’s just salad. Nothing to get excited about, just something you have to live with.

Salad

 

That’s the food done.

We’re going to get back to cars.

It stopped raining by the time we finished dinner.

We walked around a bit more and Piers took a load of photos; I was tired of taking photos of cars after two years of this kind of thing, so handed him the camera.

 

TVR

 

 

 

TVR

 

 

 

TVR

 

 

 

TVR

 

 

 

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TVR

 

Anyhoo, I was a bit more excited when we went off to Waitrose in Christchurch to buy a bottle of semi-expensive balsamic vinegar (£12). We can’t all have the same hobbies, for shame.

We encountered a dude at the Waitrose carpark who was driving a TVR decorated with smatterings of stars all over, who drove in and parked right next to us while we were walking to our car with groceries in hand.

He was apparently lost and looking for a way to Christchurch, not realising that he was in Christchurch.

So, that was it, another Friday whiled away. What did you do on your Friday night?

Love, Sheylara
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6 Responses to “TVR night at Poole Quay”

  1. Pepper says:

    Hmm, I hear all the testosterone at car shows causes a rip in the seagull universe and they come out and leave their “offerings” on the hottest and most polished cars. That’s what Murphy’s Law say anyway. :P

    Friday nights in Pepperland usually involve dinner and a good movie in downtown Atlanta, followed by a shopping spree, then feeling guilty afterwards for spending money, followed by the BF trying aimlessly to make me feel better by saying how much he spent during the week, which usually makes angry at first, but when I think about it a little longer I feel much better because I have something to show for my efforts (clothes, shoes, girl stuff) while he has already broken, jammed or lost all of the stuff he bought that week.

    I tell him “Hey, but there’s always duct tape. Duct tape fixes EVERYTHING!” :P

  2. Sheylara says:

    Haha good theory about seagull offerings! Your boyfriend sounds really nice for trying to make you feel better for shopping too much, lol. So here’s a present for him :P

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  3. Pepper says:

    LOL! He can use it for his broken ego lol

    BTW, your first photo on this post is the best out of the lot :)

  4. Sheylara says:

    Thanks! That’s sweet of you to say! :)

  5. Sheylara says:

    Oh my goodness! That’s really evil! :o

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