It was my birthday on Saturday and Anne organised a weekend in Brighton. I have to say, it was one of the best weekends I ever remember having. Nothing extra-ordinary, just really, really good.
There was time on the pier.
And on the slotties.
There was breakfast at Tiffany's.
Great views from the hotel.
And in the hotel.
There was pebble-throwing with the children of some friends, who were splendidly enthused by everything.
There were dodgems and more pier-based fun.
There was browsing for cool rubbish in Snooper's Paradise. I acquired this strange basketball playing urchin which will be nice at work. And these skateboarding glasses, from when skateboarding was nice and brightly coloured. Not all moany and whiney like it is now.
Plus all these brilliant camping club flags.
And there was high tea in the hotel with old friends, scampi and chips at Harry Ramsden's, excellent birthday presents, a swim in the hotel pool the next morning, a big fat hotel breakfast, Brighton aquarium, a nice cup of tea and a think and a very pleasant drive back home.
All in all one of those weekends to treasure.
Happy birthday, Russell.
Posted by: Luca Vergano | March 13, 2006 at 02:06 PM
well I live here [brighton] love it and i'd struggle to make it sound that good. happy birthday sir.
Posted by: Jem | March 13, 2006 at 06:49 PM
sounds great. and a big happy bidet to you.
Posted by: funkypancake | March 13, 2006 at 11:11 PM
happy bithday!and lots of great weekends like that!
Posted by: fernanda | March 14, 2006 at 02:02 AM
you're all very kind. thankyou.
Posted by: russell | March 14, 2006 at 09:22 AM