By Ritch | August 16, 2009
Oh I do like to be beside the seaside, oh I do like to be beside the sea, oh I do…………… blah blah blah. Hi, Ritch Battersby reporting, you may remember me from bands such as Striper, Peters and Lee, and other great Norwegian classics.
Oh what a wonderful week it’s been. The English Riviera can be a beautiful place in the height of the English summertime. It was the combination of jam, butter, clotted cream, scone and tea that initially captured the imagination of my rumbling tummy, but oh dear what did we spot as we set foot onto the golden sands of the Cornish coastline. Not the quaint little tea room with the little old lady who gets mighty confused when you ask her if she sells them horror teeth. You know the Halloween ones with the fangs. No, not a tea room, but a pub! A bloody pub! On the beach! Well needless to say I didn’t get to sample a Cornish cream tea in Cornwall. Does it taste the same if consumed anywhere else on the planet? Answers on a postcard please to Doctor big love and his long brown finger……………. Beside the seaside, beside the sea.