On a day like this, this is just the best place in the world, isn't it.
And it's been like this all week.
Last night I plumped for Mexican. Meeting for voddies at seven tonight. The sun will be streaming up the lanes and blazing over the rooftops. I wouldn't even bother taking any shoes with me, but ... I might slip some emergency flippies in my bag ... just in case.
So, fish? tapas? Italian? Thai? (the Thai restaurant does have the benefit of a cocktail bar upstairs!), bar meal? ...
God, I just totally love England.
Oh, this was cool ... last night, Leonard Cohen played at the ghastly Brighton Centre. So about 11.00pm, three of us are heading down to the beach for a few drinks at The Fortune Of War when we are swamped by hundreds of people, spilling out of the gig. The F of W is straight across the road from the horrid Brighton Centre and down the steps to the beach ... a natural path to follow. So for the next hour or so, there's a huge party down on the beach with all the gig goers.
Actually, I'm not sure that Leonard Cohen is a natural prelude to a spontaneous party, but hey ho, that's England for you. And as already established, England is totally the best place in the world. Scotland and Wales are probably quite good too. And Ireland.
If the photo had been looking the other way, you'd see that it's next to the Grand Hotel, which is quite pretty, in a fussy kind of way. The Grand just suffers from being next door to the Brighton Centre.
Hey! ... why has that car in the photo got a tree branch leaning on it ???
By way of contrast ... if you Google image it ... the prettiest building on the sea front is the Grosvenor Casino ... a sexy, elegant, clean piece of Art Deco beauty.
If the Grosvenor Casino building was a person, you'd definitely shag them.