The weather in Brighton is disgusting currently, it’s rained every day for about 3 weeks, so rather than going out getting wet here’s one from August. This guy is always out and about selling his bubble machines.

In the Lanes, Brighton – taken back in April.

A bunch of (apparently) Apache musicians make fairly regular appearances outside Churchill Square, Brighton, in full tribal gear. I think they’re lost.

The end of Worthing pier is, like most seaside piers, a shrine to post-war nostalgia, when entertainment came at a penny a go. Now it’s mostly video games, but the slot machines and penny cascades are still popular.

As I’ve said before, Worthing is a soulless hole. I spent my formative years there, and back then it had a vibrant counter-culture, we were all out to kick against the system. Nowadays, there seems little evidence of that. Kids seem to segue from indifferent chavviness to premature middle age pretty seamlessly. Such a far cry from Brighton, just 10 miles along the coast.

Worthing is an awful hole of a town. I should know, I lived there for years. One constant seems to be the Salvation Army. Last weekend they had an American contingent come to visit; spiritual, but lacking in style.

This is the shot that got me in trouble. Apparently people who point large DSLR’s at policemen are a threat to national security – whereas the dozens of people using their cameraphones get ignored. I could, apparently, be making notes of where policemen are stationed. This one, for example, was hiding in the middle of the road and would have remained undetected had I not rumbled him.

I don’t mind the guys doing their job. I don’t even mind them being a bit oversensitive. I do object to the crass stupidity that seems to be prevalent in the police force, the stupidity that suggests that terrorists will take photographs with big, highly visible cameras and not blend in with the crowd of people using compacts and cameraphones, who seemed able to take pictures unmolested.

Kids dressed as animals

Students (I assume) dressed as animals, against a graffiti background, 15 feet up, being photograped by more students, photographed by me. Can only be Brighton; no passers-by gave them a second look.

Sophie Raworth, presenter of BBC One O’Clock news, filming a segment in Brighton.