Sorry, I didn't recognise you with your clothes on

I woke up fairly early (at around 6am) to finish packing, make myself lunch some and generally prepare for the off. The rest of the day was to involve a certain amount of sitting around

The taxi arrived at around 8am. I told him to head for the airport and he asked me how much time I had before my flight. Two hours was my answer (although in reality it was more like two and a half hours). The driver had good reason to be wary, as Kraków Airport is undergoing massive rebuilding work. The result, traffic jams. After taking the back streets to avoid Kraków's rush hour traffic we found our way to within a couple of km from the airport before hitting a big traffic jam. The traffic was just crawling along and after an hour of sitting in the taxi I was quite happy to get out and walk the final five minutes.

Baggage drop was queueless and security screening was relatively quick too. Another hour of sitting down waiting for the flight to board. Having boarded the plane it was time for some more enforced sitting. I had a seat in the first row. After a bum-numbing two hours (I managed to read the in-flight magazine for most of that time) we arrived at Gatwick. Luckily we arrived at the South Terminal (saving me a bit of time getting a shuttle there). At Gatwick station the train arrived after a few minutes. The train was packed with a diverse range of people (which is probably to be expected on a train from the airport). I spotted my first transvestite (or possibly), there would be many more to spot on this trip for sure.

By about 1pm I was back in the house in Brighton. After a brief break I decided to stretch my legs and walk to the marina. I arrived at the marina I stopped at McDonald's for my usual cheeseburger and milkshake. Walking round the marina I couldn't help but think about all the places there I'd been with Kasia (The chinese floating restaurant, the Indian restaurant, Pizza Express and Harvester "Katarina".

After walking back to the centre I had developed an appetite again. Sushi was the order of the day. Back at the house while idly browing Facebook I noticed an event that I could go to, namely life drawing. I booked my space, sharpened my pencils, found some paper and I was all set.

The drawing session was interesting (a couple more hours of sitting down). When I arrived there only the organiser was there. Soon the model (Michaela) arrived. It was one of those situations "Sorry, I didn't recognise you with your clothes on". It turned out that I had drawn her before. The drawing went well (accompanied by a couple of refreshingly-cool pints of cider).

After the drawing I stopped home to grab my luggage and made the one minute walk to the bus stop. I had to wait fifteen minutes for the bus. The bus stop is right next to a gay bar. It served as a reminder of just how gay Brighton is. On a scale from 1 to 10, it probably rates at about 8. Rising to 10 during Brighton Pride week. The bus trip gave me another hour of sitting down, whereupon the journey terminated just outside McDonald's in Eastbourne town centre. I resisted the temptation of having another burger.

The most photographed building in Brighton

Uninvited guests at MacD's

The place where I first discovered Akcent (thanks Kasia)

Sooty, no doubt the next children's entertainment to be investigated for child sex abuse

Life drawing

Waiting for the model to get naked ;)