This could almost be in the joke section,  but it was a real life incident.

I was in a pub in Folkestone a couple of days ago, quite a nice place called The Pullman.
There was classical music playing on the speakers. A couple of toerags came in, they looked
like a pair of ratcatchers. When the girl behind the bar served them one said in a Sid James
type voice " Is that classical music supposed to keep the riffraff out?"
The girl at the bar laughed. Then the man said "Well it ain't workin, arf arf !"

A gem of wit in these dull times. 

Indeed. I like the name of the pub, too!

George

Unfortunately  there didn't seem to be any connection with the trains, Around the walls there were various photos
of holidaymakers in the 50s and 60s with shots of a huge crowd round a bandstand with dozens of Ford Anglias
and similar cars  parked nearby. Even then it must have been prehistoric , hard to imagine people taking holidays
there now, but perhaps years ago people were glad to get a holiday by the sea.

Funny..... I might be in one of those photos! My father was a driver for British Road Services during that period, and would make frequent trips to Folkestone and had digs there. Of course when it came time for holidays (we lived in the North East) off we would go in his Ford Anglia (!!) to the sunny south.... Folkestone, where we could stay in his cheap digs! I'd have been about 10 at the time, but remember we went two years in a row. I still have some photos (colour!!) of the event lying around somewhere here in Australia.

Sounds like the place does not have the exotic atmosphere that impressed a young Geordie lad so long ago.

I think it's safe to say that the atmosphere in Folkstone isn't 'exotic' these days!

I know what you mean Bealman , in those days if you lived in an industrial area any holiday by the seaside would
be a welcome break. My dad worked in a Dunlop tyre factory and had a Hillman Minx and we went to places
like Dawlish and Exmouth in Devon. Round about then cheap package holidays to Spain were starting and
the Great British seaside resorts started declining. Nowadays plenty of people go to seaside towns for short
breaks , stag parties etc, but I don't think Folkestone will regain its former "exoticism".

In hindsight that's probably the wrong word but as a young lad I saw me first palm tree there and thought, wow, I'm really south now.. almost at the equator!

So it was exotic to me. Of course here in Oz I just paid a bloke a lot of money to remove one that went mad while I was away!

Sorry - my post came across wrong.  I wasn't poking fun.  I completely understand that I would have been exotic to most visitors in it's heyday.  Exotic is a subjective term and it's people's perceptions that have changed most now that it's so cheap to go to other parts of the world.

No worry Rabs, we're just exchanging banter about changing times.

Grammar note : never get exotic, esoteric, or erotic mixed up!

eg   exotic   - palm trees
      esoteric - Mastermind specialised subjects
      erotic - this is a family forum!

No probs here, either. In fact I'm grateful for having being reminded of some nice childhood memories. 

Nostalgia attack.
We lived in Wyke Regis Dorset (Google it) and before we moved when I was 7 or 8 to Chippenham in Wiltshire (Don't Google that) our holiday was Weymouth a whole 20 minute bus ride away as the railway had closed to passengers or my parents couldn't afford the fare and lied to me...
The British seaside towns were a haven for all of us in the days before they invented the continent.............. Nurse!!!

Those were the days !

OMG parallel universes! I have in front of me a postcard of the Hotel for the Royal Navy, Weymouth - yet another holiday haunt that father would take the young Bealman to. With it, from the same trip, I guess, is a colourised postcard of the "Devenish Arms" Portland Bill which I don't recall, but knowing my father, the young Bealman would have had to sit there watching him down a pint while his mother downed a half of shandy!

Amazing the old Anglia got us that far, really.

Quote from: Bealman on October 15, 2013, 04:02:22 AM
OMG parallel universes! I have in front of me a postcard of the Hotel for the Royal Navy, Weymouth - yet another holiday haunt that father would take the young Bealman to. With it, from the same trip, I guess, is a colourised postcard of the "Devenish Arms" Portland Bill which I don't recall, but knowing my father, the young Bealman would have had to sit there watching him down a pint while his mother downed a half of shandy!

Amazing the old Anglia got us that far, really.

More like the Twilight zone, back at my mother's house in the UK there are pictures taken of us outside the Devenish Arms again early 60's. My Grandpa had driven down from Dagenham and taken us up to Portland in his new Mk2 Consul, posh eh!
I was the small lad drinking Coca Cola sitting outside and shivering....
We also used to get visits from an "Uncle & Aunt" who arrived in a Ford Anglia of 1950's origin.   Do do do do....do do do do...

Back in the 60's and 70's I had 2 100Es, 3 Consul Mk2, 3 Cortinas, 2 Zephyrs, a Classic and a Corsair, father worked at a Ford Main Dealer, what would you buy!

More recently I had a 1962 Ford Classic, which got us into Classic car shows for free or reduced entry, when I turned 70 I decided it was no longer fun to crawl under and over it so flogged it.

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At Powderham Castle 1999

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Just a few at Wroughton Nostalgia show 2002, mine's hidden away in there somewhere about 6 back in the right hand line, the back end of an Anglia is visible on the extreme right. The silver Classic on the left was regularly driven over from Belgium by an ex-pat brit, who had it from new, he was in his 80s, his son usually came with him to share droving.