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Problems in Brighton

  1. Rubbish everywhere.   2. Too many cars and nowhere to park them. 3. Too many students ( who don’t pay council tax but make most of the mess). 4. Too many new flats and no increase in public services. 5. Bonkers school admissions policy. 6. Me.  7. My kids. 8. Too many  joggers. 9. Pretentious arseholes .10. You can’t say anything un pc without somebody telling you  that “you can’t say that”

P.S … but I wouldn’t live anywhere else

Men in frocks

Well that’s Pride over with for another year and Brighton starts clearing up.. It’s a very happy hunting ground for me, every little street corner yields something that is worthy of a snap, the trick is to try and make it look the everyday. I probably managed a 100 photos in 2 days   (which is a lot for me using film)  and if 3 of them are any good I’ll be more than happy,  I think my criteria for good is somewhat different to some of the ones I’ve seen on the internet.  I’ll put some of the results  on my somewhat neglected blog in the next week or so.

Brave new world


I was a bit ambivalent about the shiny new addition to our  Brighton skyline but I’m quite fond of it now. Here it is seemingly emerging from one of the remaining cast iron posts of the West Pier, maybe a metaphor for something  there… not quite sure what though !

Only one H in White’awk


Here’s one I took (and I do take not make)  last weekend at the  FA cup match between Whitehawk and Stourbridge. I haven’t enjoyed a game so much in ages, great crowd, funny songs, anti racist, anti sexist, anti homophobic, a complete volte face to football of previous decades, and even what was going on on the pitch  was entertaining too. Let’s hope they win the replay.

Choppy waters

Brighton doll181

Despite all the talk of the ramifications of Brexit it is worth mentioning that nothing in the country has actually changed, the Tories and Cameron are still in position, Corbyn is still leader of the Labour party,  Scotland is still part of the UK, England still lose on the football pitch, bankers still make huge amounts of cash. The big change is that there are a lot more angry ‘ hot under the collar’ people around, everyone talks endlessly about the pros and cons of  the politicians involved , why did they do this or didn’t do that,   what might happen and what might not,… and no one talks much sense any more… mind you they never did anyway. Ho hum.

Brighton Pier a couple of weeks ago.


Danced your socks off ?

Shambush216O.k party time is over now and the hangover period of  January,February, March begins.  Strangely though the current temperature outside  feels more like April or May and I haven’t even had to turn the heating on so far this winter yet, we’ve just relied on burning off cuts from the workshop to keep us warm. Shame because I want it to snow. Happy New Year all. xxx




No place like home

Hastings, Jack in the Gr821Bull832The great thing about Brighton is that there is always something ‘going on’ and it’s that for me which makes it a great place to live and make photographs, I feel very lucky to have lived here for most of my life, and I frequently remind my children of their good fortune. Yes of course, like everywhere  it’s changed a lot over the years mainly in the fact  that the only people who can afford to buy a house here now are Londoners with London incomes and London homes to sell. Thankfully I’m free from the shackles of a mortgage and the house is large enough to comfortably accommodate us all thus I don’t feel under huge financial pressure to work my fingers to the bone for a crust which enables me to get out and about with the camera reasonably frequently.

I’ve been in the darkroom this evening catching up on a bit of printing from the past couple of weeks which I really enjoyed as a couple of the pics made me chuckle. This weekend I’m off  to Stonehenge via the New Forest for the summer solstice (yet again) which generally turns up something interesting on the photographic front.  It’s always fun as well to have a night kipping/ camping in my dear old London taxi.

The lead photograph was taken on Brighton Pier a couple of weeks ago.. now that is what you call a neck !