Friday, 1 January 2016

Under Exmouth Skies (Part 30)


You might think Exmouth, in Devon, wouldn't be the most exciting place in the world to see the new year in and you'd be right but as Bananarama once observed: It ain't what you do it's the way that you do it. So, in it's own way Exmouth on New Year's Eve can be like the last days of the Roman Empire and what goes on here would make Caligula blush.
I guess I ought to start apologising for my behaviour, my crudeness, my lewdness and for all the insults I threw but fuck it, I was shitfaced. Fuck it, we were all shitfaced. Just... fuck it.


  1. It's all OK as long as you're dressed for it - people need to experience the Bachannalia of an Exmouth New Year at least once....but its not the same now its not at the seafront and we can't all climb on the Octagon.. In fact it won't ever be the same when the Octagon's octagone...

    1. You're right on all counts, Mr Bel Mondo. What kind of world are we leaving for our children, I wonder?