Historic Rottingdean,
Double yellow lines round the village green.

The Sackville Hotel, erected on Hove Seafront in 1902 by men proud of their craft and destroyed by bodgers two years ago. The poet and flagellant Waitrose loved this place. He wrote:

Whenever I want to smack Jill
I take her off to the Sackville.

An alternative to corporal punishment as practised at Thomas Calton School, London, SE22 where our distinguished contributor, World-Wide Travelling Traveller, Richard, received the gift of education.

I know that many readers of this Forum are fans of British Beefcake and here for them is a fine example of this disappearing breed.

The Connaught Theatre, Worthing, where once appeared dear, dear Larry, dear, dear Johnny, dear, dear Ralphy and Lionel Blair may have to be demolished to make way for a lap-dancing or line-dancing club.

Southdown Coaches were the preferred method of travel by the poet Waitrose in the nineteen fifties. He wrote:

When Jane and I travel by Southdown,
The driver don't mind if she just wears her nightgown.

As Frank Sinatra sang many years ago:

'My kinda town, Peacehaven is.'

My kinda hutch 'n' fridge shops in my kinda town.

This picture of one of the world's greatest entertainers is for 'squirrel', owner of the largest collection of Max Bygraves records in Stockport, who was once a regular and encyclopaedic contributor to this Forum, but then went off on honeymoon.

"Have you come to take my knickers down?"