Had a wonderful time in Margate with my mum last Saturday. Saw obscene pottery in Grayson Perry's Provincial Punk exhibition at the Turner Gallery; swam in the sea, which was actually quite warm; visited Dreamland which has now reopened; got dizzy on the chair-o-plane wave swinger; sat in a giant deck chair; got lost in a mirror maze; stared at the sea from the top of the big wheel of colour; flew in a hurricane jet I controlled with a joystick; rode a pretty galloping horse on a carousel; listened to the Bad Pandas; ate violet cream ice-cream; bought a ring made from the old scenic railway rollercoaster, which I went on as a child. (I like the idea of being able to wear a rollercoaster.)