You Gotta Have Soul... Food!

Off to Brighton today to meet up with David the (not so) curlycub.  In place of the wild, almost Colin Baker-esque curls, he has trimmed his hair back to something less wild.  And, in some photos, more harder looking...

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Anyroad, we took coffee at leisure - I wanted to go to a place called "Wai Kika Moo Kau".  Or something like that (I can hear the screams of protest from gotmoof as I write!) Wandered around the Lanes a bit, looking at koalas that I couldn't afford, or at least not until I win the lottery.  Lunch at Momma Cherri's Soul Food Shack - suuthern frahd chickun and jambalayuh.  Then, lying on the beach and creating wierd situations.  This continued in the pub and degenerated still further as alcohol was added to the equation.  Anyway, left around five as David was off to the cinema with his significant other.  Got back to Portsmouth about half six and picked up some nice lemon-y drizzle-y Bundt cake from the station cafe.  An exception to the British Rail food jokes of old.