So, back trolling round Brighton. I've been organising rooms in Helsinki and Stockholm this morning so I don't intend to do anything too exciting today. Tomorrow I'm off to that London again. But yesterday was a beautiful, sunny day again. Largely. I did have to put a top over my shirt on the beach, as the wind (a gentle zephyr compared with home) was a trifle chill. But, as you can see, the ludicrous but entertaining Pavilion looked wonderful.
It is an embarrassment of a building: patronising and insulting the heritages of India, China and Britain. I like it. That probably says more about me than you really cared to know. Saying which, you probably already know more about me than you care to.
The Pier was also great, populated as it was by the traditional, rocking crowd.
I'll have to work out the HTML formatting on this another time. I'm hungry. Thankfully Marks and Spencers is just too far for me to wander over there for breakfast. I'd only walk out with more underpants.
Another film I saw on the plane was Paris, Je T'Aime. It kind of perpetuated the stereotypes that might have been expected: Paris is beautiful, the women delicate and aloof, and the men violent and promiscuous. I liked it a lot and was even quite moved by a couple of sections (it was a collage of episodes by different directors and actors) despite the fun, but ludicrous, vampire one. Reminded me of someone I know who really would love Paris if ever they got there...
I also got to see the Lives of Others, a film I'd wanted to watch for a while, even though it had been recommended by MKB (heh). A very very good film on every level. To put you in a position of some sympathy with a Stasi operative is a remarkable achievement.
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