I missed a golden opportunity on Sunday. Big Sis had asked me to show her the sights of Brighton, so naturally I took her to Pizza Express. But little did I know that while we were down at the marina, happily watching Lisa getting sunburnt over a Quattro Formaggi, the finals of the
UK Air Guitar Championships were taking place just five minutes walk from my flat.
I know I claim that everything takes place "five minutes walk from my flat", but that's because... it does. And because I'm a fast walker. So I'm naturally gutted to have missed out on attending a musical event of this calibre, and meeting its host, Disastronaut. Not to mention the chance of entering Lisa into the competition. Although it clearly carries an element of risk - last year's winner is
already dead.
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Fortunately though, Madeira Drive (home of the crazy golf, air guitarists, and the UK's first permanent beach sports venue) plays host to another cultural event today - a
Bicycle Ballet. And what's more, it's just five minutes walk from my flat. In the words of Lisa, "There are two things which put me off - the bicycles and the ballet", but personally I'm not so easily deterred. Mainly because it's free. So I'll be down there this afternoon with a tutu in one hand and a puncture repair kit in the other.
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