I can see a chippy called the codfater and at this precise moment some fat bird sitting on the bench in front with her back to me with her cheese cutter g-string riding half way up her back......
Started a new contract this week. The office where they got me incarcerated for now looks directly into the back garden of Buckingham Palace. No sign of Batman yet.
Home now so nothing, but from the clinical room or sluice at work virtually all of Brighton from Elm Grove to Worthing to Hollingbury. And all points inbetween.