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.
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…
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“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.
So, seagulls being a nuisance.
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.
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.
Then I took another photo.
And I heard exclamations.
“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.
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.
Salada Mista. Well, it’s just salad. Nothing to get excited about, just something you have to live with.
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.
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?