Sunday, December 03, 2006
Woken up this morning by atrocious wind, I decided to toddle down to the prom and take a squiz at the old briny.
Standing on roughly the spot where 430 luxury apartments and 3 five star hotels are going to be built, this was the view. Apart from the spray, the sand was whipping across so fast I was fearful that, without the protection of my Barbour Beaufort, I was at imminent risk of being flayed alive.
Still, not as bad as the wind my old showbiz pal Barrymore woke up with this morning, I bet.