I had a nice day in Brighton yesterday, visiting a couple of mates and staying with James, an old friend from Lincoln and, incidentally, the man who thought of the name Minipops for the small pixelly dudes I’d begun drawing in the late nineties.
I went down there around lunchtime, so had a nice couple of hours sitting on the beach and walking on the pier, then getting quite drunk in the evening and wandering around the Lanes amongst the seemingly endless parade of lads and lasses on Christmas dos. (I wonder what the etymology of the word “do” meaning “party” is?)
Show and tell time…:
I’m not a bird skeleton expert, but I think this is a seagull.