Blue Margate Bleak  

Turner rests safely in his gallery

Margate is going about its daily business

The skies are darkening

Christmas is not far away

Only the dedicated are using the beach

There is no light today

It is hidden behind the autumn curtains

 

Conversation Overheard at Margate Railway Station

You were there when I fucked your missus

I saw you sitting there wanking over us you dirty sod

Fuck off you never made it through the door

I tell you she was wet and juicy your missus

Gagging for it

You’re telling porkies even a fucking orange would not get juicy over you

Laughter

How many stations?

Two

It were three when I last asked

You’re counting this station you cunt

The Train Arrived on Time

Margate Sighed with Relief

Do they visit the town often?

Often enough they trail around the pubs and cause trouble

Sometimes the police move them on

Sometimes they do not

Do they pay their fares?

I doubt it  

Why waste good drinks money on fares

Did you notice the girl wearing the grubby parka?

Yes she seemed to be stoned out of her mind

She was

The stupid girl takes anything she can lay her hands on

She will not make it to twenty-five

What’s your point?

She was the daughter of the mouthy skinhead

Really

Poor bitch did not stand a chance

I can remember her waiting here at the station for hours on end when she was little whilst he boozed his benefit away

Where was her mother?

Long gone

Do you think their situation will improve?

No

Has anybody ever tried to help them?

A few do-gooders

Is there anything Margate could do for them?

I doubt it

Social workers?

Not interested

They appear doomed

I think they are

Ask the sea it has seen it all before