The 8mm Intrigue

I have spent a bloody marvellous weekend in Brighton, everyone bangs about the place being so wonderful I’ve always hated it, nowhere can be that special.

After this weekend I can conclude that Brighton’s only problem is that so many people think it’s so good it undermines how lovely it really is.

And I bought a new hat, replacing the lost old faithful with a new woolly brown affair from a huge junk shop place, I was worried it would be too scratchy, but so far it is not – this might change – oh the exciting life of me.

Also in this shop I found some film, old reels of 8mm cine film that intrigued me from the off. One was labelled with just “Tunisia 1966 – not good” the first few frames show what appears to be a holiday, I hope there is an argument or something contained later on. The second is from Majorca and starts off with a baby in a plastic tub then some seventies looking couple. I bought them both for £2 each.

I, however, am not sure if this is good or not, is this the cool grown up arty me that likes stuff like this and that is what I am? Or have I become the person I hate most who does pointless little things like this?

I fear the worst; I am both.

I also flew a kite, this was fun.