What a lovely place Brighton is. You don’t notice how nice the town you live in is when you’re growing up. Having said that, it is a far more prosperous place than when I lived there – someone once described it as a “town that was helping the police with their enquiries” and that sounds like the place I lived in. On the way to my parents’, I passed the Good Companions pub which used to be dire but now looks quite nice. Seriously, it was the sort of place that you would moan about going to, even when you were 17 and getting served wasn’t a given.