Brighton rocks

On Friday evening, Pete and I were discussing what to do on Saturday and we decided to do something different.  Pete had seen a voucher for half price entrance to London Zoo, so that was settled... but not quite.  We also added that we should go to the "posh" charity shops in Fulham and Chelsea too.  And maybe go to Jermyn Street as Pete wanted to look at a jacket he'd seen.  But then again, neither of us wanted to get tied up in the Gay Pride crowds (not our scene at all).  Then Pete came up with the idea of going to Brighton for the day, something we had said we would do for years.

So we got an early train into London, a tube journey, then another train to Brighton.  We would have considered getting a hotel, but from experience, Brighton is an expensive place to stay.  Also with the idiotic way that our train tickets are charged, it makes a weekend even more expensive.

On the train were a group of chav lads ages around 20, all with their uniform polo top buttoned up to the top.  Why do idiots need to copy each other?

The sun was shining and Brighton was buzzing.  I have not been there for many years and we had a fantastic day exploring the small independent shops, having a coffee and cake, a beer in a trendy beach bar, sitting on the beach with Fish 'n' Chips and  - a great day all round.

I took a few more pictures and will share them with you tomorrow - don't forget that tomorrow is the 5th of the month, so take some pictures and share them with the world.  You can join the 5 on the fifth Facebook page here.