Southern England is experiencing some glorious weather right now. I don’t just mean that in a relativistic way, like it isn’t constantly pouring rain, I mean it’s genuinely hot, hot, hot.
It’s times like this that I do like to be beside the seaside. Oh, I do like to be beside the sea. My mother was in town over the weekend and we had a great time sampling all the delights that Brighton has to offer.
Today looks like being the hottest day yet. There are probably better ways to spend it than travelling in a hot metal train carriage for an hour to reach one of Europe’s largest cities but that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
Jessica and I are going up to London. I have to be in the city bright and early tomorrow morning for the one-day workshop on accessibility. I just couldn’t face the thought of the ridiculously early start required to travel from Brighton to London tomorrow morning so I’ve booked into a hotel for tonight.
So I’ll be in the big smoke today and tomorrow. If you’re in town, grab my vcard and give me a call:
"Calling all Brit Packers. Calling all Brit Packers. Joe Clark needs a posse. I repeat: Joe Clark needs a posse."
If you’re going to be attending Joe’s workshop tomorrow, I’ll see you there. If you’re not… well, you really should. There are still some places available. Snap one of them up. You won’t regret it.