And what about Brighton?
Just over 60 years ago to this very day I was staying with my great aunt in Saltdean, I was on a 12 bus, and who got on but my mate Terry Birch (probably no relation to you-know-who), three doors away and his parents. And my old flame Jean, from down the road, and her family always stayed every year with Aunty in Cannon Street.
Last Thursday I was down there, partly for the beer, but more important, to meet John Knight, aka Signman, who sends this site, a lot to think about. I didn't know he had previously run the pub we met in, the Waggon and Horses in Church Street. It was still a lovely place, with superbly kept beer, actually brewed in - ahem - London.
Since before I can remember, there have been Brummies there to make me feel at home.
Pity about the West Pier though. And there was the Chain Pier long before that. I rather think the rough seas could be worse there than in WSM. Even so Weston has plenty of nice sand for the non-drinkers - as for Brighton beach, "I have nothing to say" - to quote Stan Laurel.
Peter