Big day out at the weekend – me & Mart headed to Brighton. It kinda happens every year around this time.
Mart wanted to be a Rocker – till I told him Rockers liked Elvis, but Mods were into cool stuff like Desmond Dekker and The Animals. Soon as Mart found out The Animals did a great cover of ‘Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood‘ – a favourite of the pigeon – he changed his mind.
Mart said we should go down on one of these:
I said we’d look like twats. Also pointed out we wouldn’t be able to reach the brakes, steer, or stop at traffic lights. So we flew – along with the rest of the boys. Straight down the A23. Quite a nice route as it goes.
Here I am in Brighton ‘heading off the Rockers’ – doing a classic by The Who – got us right in the mood:
“People try to put us d-down (talkin bout my generation)
People try to put us d-down (talkin bout my generation)
Just because we get around (talkin bout my generation)
Just because we get around (talkin bout my generation)”
And here’s Mart doing the ‘talkin about my generation’ bit:
It was all good till he started tapping his foot. Jesus.
And here’s what happened at Pidgeophenia…
Just getting going:
There’s us lot hanging out on the beach – with the dulls starting to rock up top left.
Then some bits of bread get chucked in the air – and it’s all on:
Here are the dulls telling us to ‘get the fuck off their patch’.
And here’s Del telling one of them to ‘stick it where the sun don’t shine’:
Seeing as dulls are a bit sensitive about that kind of thing…
He did a runner!
Here’s Paulo catching up with one he got matey with last year:
I had a right go – told him never to trust a dull. Five minutes later and the same fucker only does a swoop down on Mart just as he was having his pic taken:
Poor bastard nearly shat himself.
Top day all round. Ended up staying down there. Some of the dulls were alright as it goes. Must be something about Brighton. We even hung out a bit after – apart from Mart who went a bit quiet – said he just wanted to ‘watch the sea for a while’.