Life for Lola

Had a cracking weekend, exceptional weather down on the sunshine coast of Eastbourne. I did a bit of stripping down there - finally took down the border in the living room. Why the woman put it up in the first place is beyond me. Fortunately it came off without a hitch. After the destruction I caused when I took off a few kitchen tiles last year I was more than apprehensive.

On saturday the ladyfriend and I sat outside Eastbourne Town Hall to see Paul Ross get married. We had been given a tip-off about it by my smashing mother. We weren't interested in seeing Paul Ross but the possible interesting c-list celebrity congregation. We got there at the wrong time though, a big old limo turned up complete with security guard to pick up some old timers so we didn't get a sniff of Linda Bellingham or such like. We were harrassed by a mad woman from the eastern bloc as happy couple after happy couple came out (it was like a conveyor belt) She went on and on how modern marriages don't last and something about coffee in caravans - she was a woman worn down by life that's for sure.

I did take my camera out a lot this weekend. This is a medieaval fayre in Battle also I have added Eastbourne Erections - a celebration of Eastbourne Architecture to the art festival aswell as Victorian lady and some of you may not have seen Boogie Wonderland by Rachel and Jemma.