Today was my first day back at work after my holiday. I arrived home last Wednesday and then had one of those Brighton weekends, that starts on Thursday and continues until Sunday evening. It was Kate's fault: her birthday was on a Friday, which meant it had to be celebrated all weekend. I was jetlagged and came down with a cold, which made the whole thing harder than it should have been.
Drunken poets
Kate and Quiet Choir busking at the pavilion
Hungover on Friday afternoon, I read about the effects of nuclear war on Brighton
Ellen introduced me to a close friend of hers
On Saturday night, Kate played a song with Gentlemen and Assassins
Cheesecake!
All weekends should be like that.
Hey James,
That “Warplan Brighton” thing looks interesting. I’m a sucker for cold-war paranoia, ever since I found my parents’ copy of “Protect and Survive” when I was about 6.