Protesting in the sun
Had a cull of old clothes and rancid shoes this morning under Lorraine's supervision. Throwing old ratty stuff out is ace.
The Labour Party conference having a big effect on the town today. The Twitten very quiet last night. This morning, however, constant helicopter noise. There are parts of town blocked by big concrete blocks, and homeless people moved on from around the station. Machine gun sporting police lurking around. Lorraine and I walked to the seafront which was unusually quiet for such a beautiful summer's day. Watched a noisy but mild mannered protest from the newly rebuilt bandstand. Police everywhere including two filming the protest. They were approached by someone remonstrating with them and telling them it was like the Soviet Union. They looked sheepish. Despite this everything passed off in a mild mannered way. Hard to get worked up about things in the sunshine by the sea.
We walked along to Hove and to drop a package in at Lorriane's enjoyably-named Arscott lawyers, until we were compelled to have a cold lager and some pizza. In the evening we went to meet Wayne and Matt and some of the their friends at the Komedia to see singer Ruby Turner. I wasn't expecting to like her very much, but she gave a great show and has a stunningly good voice and her sidemen were pretty good, and so I ended up hugely enjoying it.
Repaired to the Brighton Tavern afterwards for late night gossiping and on my part some unexpectedly enthusiastic drinking. Really enjoyed talking to Matt who is a composer and conductor. Then home to scarf late night cheese on toast, and eventually boofed to bed at 1.00am some time after Lorraine had left for home.
Below police surveillance, protesters, and the excellent Ruby Turner.
Had a cull of old clothes and rancid shoes this morning under Lorraine's supervision. Throwing old ratty stuff out is ace.
The Labour Party conference having a big effect on the town today. The Twitten very quiet last night. This morning, however, constant helicopter noise. There are parts of town blocked by big concrete blocks, and homeless people moved on from around the station. Machine gun sporting police lurking around. Lorraine and I walked to the seafront which was unusually quiet for such a beautiful summer's day. Watched a noisy but mild mannered protest from the newly rebuilt bandstand. Police everywhere including two filming the protest. They were approached by someone remonstrating with them and telling them it was like the Soviet Union. They looked sheepish. Despite this everything passed off in a mild mannered way. Hard to get worked up about things in the sunshine by the sea.
We walked along to Hove and to drop a package in at Lorriane's enjoyably-named Arscott lawyers, until we were compelled to have a cold lager and some pizza. In the evening we went to meet Wayne and Matt and some of the their friends at the Komedia to see singer Ruby Turner. I wasn't expecting to like her very much, but she gave a great show and has a stunningly good voice and her sidemen were pretty good, and so I ended up hugely enjoying it.
Repaired to the Brighton Tavern afterwards for late night gossiping and on my part some unexpectedly enthusiastic drinking. Really enjoyed talking to Matt who is a composer and conductor. Then home to scarf late night cheese on toast, and eventually boofed to bed at 1.00am some time after Lorraine had left for home.
Below police surveillance, protesters, and the excellent Ruby Turner.
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