Sunday, 13 September 2009
Saturday Night out in the pubs of Brighton
I hope that Mr Challacombe, aka Chaz, the headmaster at my grammar school in Southampton in the 1960s doesn't see these shots from heaven, because that's my old school tie. He'd cane me on the spot. One of the pubs was having a 'Back to Skool' theme, and so I was forced to dress and behave like a little horror in one of the St Trinian's films.
It's all in the name of the Real Life Experience. I HAVE to do all this, to prove that I get out and mingle as Lucy. Believe me, I'd MUCH rather stay indoors and peel potatoes.