You see some interesting signs when you're strolling through Kemp Town with your daughter on a Sunday afternoon...


I know, I couldn't believe it either. A vintage black wool and faux astrakhan coat of Barb•ra Streisand. Oh, and the street girls sign is quite shocking too. Although personally I was more taken aback by the fact that having written a faux spelling of 'Barbra', the owner of the shop decided he'd rather just cross out the extra 'a', than get a second bit of card and spend thirty seconds scribbling a new sign. The coat still piqued my interest though. I was going to "come inside to see it", but I had Amelie with me, and I didn't want them thinking I was a sailor.

As it happens, that wasn't the only surprising thing we encountered during our afternoon walk. We also went into Morrisons for a couple of WeightWatchers ready meals, which prompted an interesting conversation with the lady on the checkout. To cut a long chat short, she almost refused to sell them to me on the grounds that I clearly don't need to lose weight. No, really. She spent the best part of two minutes saying "look at you", asking me what I was thinking, and telling me to put them back on the shelf. Frankly if she'd buttered me up any more, my cholesterol levels would have hit the roof. I can only assume their profit margins are higher on cream cakes and pies.