Seaford, where I live, is a small seaside town in Sussex and has a character as provincial as any small town in Gogol's Tsarist Russia. The local newspaper is a good indicator; when I lived in London the front pages ran stories of shootings and murders. Here I read earlier this year in the Sussex Express that a car had been scratched in Tesco's car park in Lewes.
This post is inspired by the poster for this week's edition of the Seaford Gazette, which shouts to the world: "Seaford man attacked with pipe". What sort I wonder? Briar? Meerschaum? Clay?
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