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Souvenir of Brighton

The sun is out , the tourists, homeless, hen parties/stag do’s, buskers and foreign students,  block the streets, the seagulls have started to nest. Brighton warms up for another seasonal deluge. The powers that ‘be’ are in the perpetual process of glorifying the seafront to enhance theirs and ours shiny perception/delusion of living in a independently minded forward thinking town, but just as In Graham Greene’s ‘Brighton Rock’ there is always another unseen side.

A drop in the ocean

Never one to miss a moment of symbolism this is one I took last year of a man pissing in the English channel. I’d forgotten all about till last night when I found it in my ‘almost but not quite’ box of prints while looking for something else.  It’s a bit like finding old family photos in the attic. I think it will make a very nice addition to the ‘Postcard from Brighton’ set, I may send one to Nigel Farage who’s apparently too frightened to leave his house.

The  ‘missus’ is away  so it’s a darkroom, pizza. and football night. Heaven.