Busker Marni

Marni is currently obsessed with 'African drums', which I think is a good thing on balance - at least for as long as we don't actually have any in the house. I think she saw a demonstration of some sort at school and is now convinced it is her mission in life to drum sense into the world.

So it was with no small measure of delight that she spotted this busker on our way to the Pavilion for a sound recording school assignment of Oskar's (which is another story entirely). After staring rather rudely at the chap for a good five minutes, Marni was asked to join him for a ... what? a duet? a jam? I don't know what you'd call it but I do know how much she enjoyed it. Needless to say, the busker assured me she's a natural - but I had just given him a quid.

Drummer from above

This turned out a little better than expected. I think I have the cymbals to thank. It's truly amazing how much there is to photograph on the seafront. However grey the day, however sparse the crowds, however devoid ones head is of inspiration, nine times out of ten something turns up. Today the weather's not that great, I'm feeling slightly below par (as you may be able to tell due to this scintillating prose), the crowds have stayed away and I hadn't a clue what I was going to come home with. Then I walked along the path above the Gemini and heard this band playing - they weren't bad either...

We also joined the library today. I'm slightly embarrassed and ashamed to say it hadn't occurred to us before now - eight years after moving down to Brighton. We've been shelling out on books that get read once and then effectively discarded, but something had to give because Osk is now reading at a fairly scary rate - he got through four thick junior James Bond books inside the last month - so we had to find a way to stop the growing cost of feeding his habit. It's a very photogenic building once you're inside so I think I'll try to get permission to take some shots there. It may not be possible but it's certainly worth asking.