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Haha! We've got a lot going for us. Absolutely packed out this week, beaches heaving but great vibes! Jaywick beach much much quieter and beautiful. Highly recommend.

Census enumerator: Where were you born?

I'll say this to the Italian journo next week I reckon: you lot might be going wild for it. Here? Tired, bored, sick of it, can't be arsed.

Two weeks to go and we've had no more comms through from Reform, beyond a letter from Nigel the other week which didn't mention Clacton - just a whinge about the media and 'establishment' witch hunt against him. A few poster boards up in people's houses. It all feels complacent, smug, lacklustre.

Not only do I want Binface to win, I want Farage to be dragged kicking and screaming from the count like Jimmy Cagney at the end of Angels With Dirty Faces…

You guys have been talking like the "Scam AI Book Club" e-mails are getting harder to spot, but I just had my first one and it's "a salsa class in Sydney, Australia want to read your academic-press essay collection on Classical and Celtic-influenced British identity formation"

Courting some real controversy here in Clacton - last week I put a baby seagull corpse (NOT my fault) in a Hello Fresh box coffin and chucked it in the large communal bin instead of flattening first then putting it in the paper and recycling wheelie 😭

Saw him fall asleep at the theatre once while doing a review. Can't really be that judgemental about that though when I've done it several times tbf

Not sure my selected comments added much to the piece haha but it WAS a great piece overall, and I liked my photo at least haha. GOD I hate Nigel Farage so much.

Might have to go back to living in south east London next to some fox shagging bins and casual face stabbings, anything for a quiet life.

Do I want to somehow also wedge more 1880s boxing chat and book plugging into an interview with a big Italian daily newspaper though because I am a disgusting relentless self-publicist who works in PR by day and Can. Not. Stop? Maybe. Maybe.

Just WILD to me that that I, a completely random person in Clacton, have been getting press requests from US TV (in 2024), German radio, the Guardian of course, and now a major Italian newspaper?! It's CLACTON. Little Clacton! Why is it now a place of CONSEQUENCE! I moved here for NO CONSEQUENCES! 😆

Do I want to somehow also wedge more 1880s boxing chat and book plugging into an interview with a big Italian daily newspaper though because I am a disgusting relentless self-publicist who works in PR by day and Can. Not. Stop. Maybe. Maybe.

I feel nauseous through my screen, WHAT 😆

"Clacton is not uniquely prejudiced, nor is it afflicted by mass stupidity. You can’t blame the people here for their prevailing pessimism." I like this from @owenjones.bsky.social. www.theguardian.com/commentisfre...

Brighton! Birmingham! Southbank Centre! Ipswich! Loads more events have gone up on my site www.johngrindrod.co.uk/events

GIRDER PADDING

Hah, pretending Clacton beach is a catwalk and bragging about my view from a flat half the price of Frinton haha 😂

Before the war one of my nans worked in a shop selling ladies' stockings and socks! That sounds quite pleasant.

Slightly less than 100, grandparents born 1913-20, but: cleaner; waitress; French Polisher turned Welterweight Champion of Battersea High Street (😂) turned hardware shop keeper; petrol station attendant turned gunner with the 2nd Battalion Beds and Herts Regiment turned chrome plater for Vauxhall 💪🏻