A Skegness State of Mind

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I’m sure you know how it goes. The brain needs a holiday. Two weeks on a tropical beach: hot sun, good book, favourite music, rum cocktails – you know the kind of thing… This is how brains operate isn’t it? They go on for so long and then phut! – nothing but moaning about getting time off. ‘Why no overtime for dreaming? Why no pay rise for over-vivid imagination? I need a break. I need a sun bed, a palm-frond shade, ridiculous Bermuda Shorts and a leather necklace.’ Telling them that you already give them all the blood supply and oxygen you can spare just doesn’t cut it. Brains need leisure time apparently. They need to sit back and watch the old, fat man struggle with the deck chair whilst his wife struggles with the ill-advised thong. Brains need to be under a cloudless blue sky. They need to switch off.

My brain is agitating for a break. It is tired of pondering the imponderable. It no longer wishes to consider how, if the cream always floats to the top, we have Trump and Putin; how does a fly land on the ceiling; why does a cat have nine lives when a child – equally reckless – has only one? It is tired of ‘What if…’ It is weary of spending so much time looking in on itself. But this is my brain: it is not thinking about white sand and cocktails, it is thinking about interminable drizzle, cold chips, warm beer, ‘Una Paloma Blanca’ from a broken transistor radio, rolled up trouser legs and a paddle in the sludge-brown surf. My brain is thinking of somewhere it can blend in and conform to the norm: slap on a Kiss-Me-Kwik hat and folded paper nose guard, nick the jokes off seaside postcards and sell them to Roy ‘Chubby’ Brown…

The crinkly grey matter that occupies my skull spends its life on edge. It seldom finds the space to switch off – at least not when it is acceptable for it to do so. It does, on occasion manage a quick snooze in the middle of a wifely lecture, a 0-0 draw in the rain, or any part of The Lord of the Rings trilogy. My brain works like an actor in Casualty – if there’s a kerb to trip up, it will break its leg in a storm drain. Most of the time, when it’s important that it maintains focus, it does alright – as long as it doesn’t get mesmerised by the windscreen wipers – it generally delivers me to the appropriate location at the scheduled hour, it’s the finer details it tends to let slip as it gets jaded. Minor issues, like remembering keys, wallet, shoes, have a tendency to slip from its grip. It is not always totally rational in its decisions about where to send instructions. Put my fatigued brain in charge of a nail gun and see where it gets you.

Right now it needs, I feel, a few days by the coast to unwind. I will struggle on without it: I am fairly used to just getting on with things whilst it is off somewhere else on some flight of fancy or another. After a few days in an East Coast B&B (cold water only in rooms, toilet facilities on alternate floors, no special dietary requirements catered for) it will return to me before the sheets need burning and we will decide together where to go from there. I think I might suggest that it takes me off for a week in the sun…

…It wasn’t until I read this through that I realised how many references there are that will only make sense to UK residents. I will try to explain the most glaring below, please let me know if I can help you with any others:
• Skegness is an English East Coast Seaside Resort (EECSR). It is never known by its Sunday name, but is always called Skeggy.  EECSR’s are usually cold. They are usually wet. In the balmy summer days of sand, sea and sleet, the plucky holiday maker can get a surprising variety of ‘novelty’ genitalia-themed inflatables, chips, all manner of penis-shaped confectionary and, the last time I was there, dysentery.
• Roy ‘Chubby’ Brown is an English comedian, much loved by people who really should know better.
• Casualty is a hospital-based TV soap. Everything that can be fallen off or walked into is duly fallen off and walked into, leaving the hospital staff to deal with the aftermath, generally just before the bomb goes off.
• Seaside B&B’s are best visited early in the season whilst the sheets are still clean… I must be honest here, my own experience of seaside B&B’s, although plentiful, is also some 50 years behind me. I am certain that they are much more comfortable, friendly and sanitary by now. I do not know whether it is still customary for a gong to be sounded on the landing when breakfast is ready, whether it is still normal to be locked out straight after breakfast and not allowed in again until after dark, nor whether the single occupiers are still forbidden from having another person in their room – even if that were possible, given that the average single room is a former broom cupboard in either roof or cellar and, generally speaking, not of adequate proportions to entertain a gyrating feline.
• Skegness has a clock tower, a crazy golf, a fun fair, approximately 3,768 fish & chip shops, a model village and a tide that never quite comes in or goes out – and I love it. Like Blackpool it has ‘illuminations’ – although they are called traffic lights.

7 thoughts on “A Skegness State of Mind

  1. Hello, I’m not commenting on your post specifically (although I did read it), just letting you know I visited here – and so might others who hadn’t before now – on my latest BLT (Blog Leap Tour). You may see a pingback link if you want to see how it went.
    Anyway, sorry to intrude.
    Best wishes 🙂

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  2. Hi, I’m following Bryntins meanderings too. I was suitably entertained, I am aware of the joys of the UK holiday destinations. Hey, I’ve been to Dunfermline in December! Nice style you have, a touch of world weary acceptance and self-deprecation. I’ll drop by again, thanks.

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