Much like Hove a year or so back; thumbnails... Many are a little blurry, let's blame alcohol for that. Click on each picture for the "full size" image
Neil & Liz have moved. They even have a spare room; so its possible for two people to crash in comfort. Especially when those people are paralytic.
This trip we have video as well as stills. You'll need an appropriate player, such as quicktime (or the appropriate Real Player plug in) to play these .mov files. These are converted from .3gp files using Quicktime pro. The filesize is dusturbingly similar so if you have problems you either need latest quicktime or you'll still need to grab the a Nokia media player (here is a link).
Adam and I drove down on the Friday day time. Neil was working, so we had an afternoon to pootle around Brighton, seeing the sights, you know.
This is where we parked. Hey I don't know Brighton very well and was worried I might not find the car again. Good idea, I thought, taking a photo of the car park..
Brighton sea front. In September. None too shabby.
Adam, at the pier.
The Biltong Hut. All your favourite South African treats. Fanta Grape, umm!
September but still looks pretty good. Gulls are brave birds in Brighton.
Neil does not own a Cheese-Toastie Maker. Hah. Until now.
Neil & Liz, gardners? Well, Chillis and Toms:
Adam & I had lunch in Harry's. I gather they'd managed to get rid of their Rat Infestation. I had fish & chips. Adam, in the premier Fish & Chip shop in England, had a pie.
A quick look at the seafront.
A tour of Neil & Liz's pad. One Two (The Black Pit!) Three.
This is the first drink of the evening, and this is Neil's local.
We spent a lot of the night walking about from Pub to Pub.
An interesting vending machine I found. Boggle!
Eventually we ended up back at Neils with a car-full of booze. We ordered Dinner and ate our fill.
Finally, we're pithed. As a proverbial set of newts.
We played a complex drinking game. The rules of which are available here.
Possibly this day was wasted on us. Well we *were* drinking for the first four hours of it...
Neil, fecked.
We went out for breakfast. As eveyone knows the best thing to have after sinking a battleship is a British Fried Breakfast
The front of Brighton looks blurrier today.
Neils camera decides not to work.
A gull. Two foot away. Dumb bird. I think they live off of chips.
Possibly these should have been kept under wraps but, then how would we remember.
Adam and Neil, living in hang-over land.
The left over booze.
Adam has been playing with their fridge poetry.
Breakfast, in all it's glory.
Pretty much all that happened was that we re-visited our youth with some Cheese Toasties á la Hindes Road
And we appear to have some videos of the process of making the ideal cheese toastie.
Cheese Toasties
Cheese Toasties
Cheese Toasties
Cheese Toasties
Cheese Toasties
Cheese Toasties
Cheese Toasties
Anyone who remembers our sixth-form days will enjoy the commentary. Other people may as well just accept the fact that the smell of cheese toastie brings back our youth in so many ways..
