Kebab for a pilgrim. Tears before breakfast.

A slim book referring hungry pilgrims to the best kebabs in the world. I suppose it has been done? But I took a recommendation from two locals, after I'd wondered about the Cathedral Precinct, as I knew I hadn't eaten, don't have much money and still wanted to eat out at my convenience. Westgate Kebab is an excellent suggestion for a very large protein product. The Unicorn is where I then went : bronze Camra award means zilch in my book. Sharp's Doombar, Timothy Taylor's aren't cutting edge of real ale. Maybe this was true many years ago. Saw a font Whitbread best bitter and thought what next Stone's or Watney's? Over the lines on the left. Back to brew pub 'the Foundry' young but has promise if the hops can be better drawn out. Highlight was a light Blackcurrant Porter(they called it Stout but wasn't) and Punch IPA was excellent. Four halves back to Kipps to discuss the meaning of life over Canadian pancakes and Romanian 'milky-way' cake and a small Australian Beer (Foster's) followed by a discussion on the merits of computers in stopmotion timing for animation with awesome frizzyhaired Parisanne intern student. Happy I was in her ink stained hands. I suggested we breakfast after 8am but I know I will depart from Canterbury East to reach Dover Priory then cross to Dunkirk at 10am. Packed my bags and I am gone to seek Thomas Beckett. Full of tears in the Shrine. This has been a year of utter change and I feel fine.

Why do Southeast train need to remind anyone when Christmas eve is? Holy crackers! And why are posh people often so stuck in the Regency period?

'When you don't have any money, the problem is food. When you have money, it's sex. When you have both it's health and you worry about getting a rupture or something. If everything is simply fine then you're frightened of death.' J.P. Donleavy.

Why is the announcer on the loud speaker on southeast trains so BBC majored. Another position we with a local tongue be reminded that we're not plum, cherry or peach but tart raspberry unripe briar or goose stepping gooseberry and have no way to end this peerless control.

Just £25 to escape to the continent from Canterbury. Stomach full of porridge and soul full of hope. Nothing is false in finding my way there. And I just had a £25 refund from TKMAXX for that appallingly badly made sheep's wool jumper(made in China). Travelling means much more than another seasons fading unweaving trend.