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