As a half-term treat for my son, the two of us are currently in the UK for a few days.
As always, I find that many of my preconceptions about the UK are completely wrong.
Our train to Brighton yesterday stopped at Glynde and I told him that there was an theatre there where all the posh people go in the summer to drink champagne and watch opera. A very charming lady who was sitting in front us corrected me. In fact they now have a Tamla Motown festival there too and lots more besides.
I was really looking forward to seeing cheery urchins on every street corner with an old pram and an effigy of Mr Fawkes, saying “Penny for the guy, guvnor!” (Before of course dashing off to the park for a game of football using jumpers as goalposts. )
Not a sign of them. What is astonishing though, is how every shop, pub and restaurant in Brighton has jumped on the Halloween bandwagon. Even the Ann Summers sex shop, which perplexed him a little.
Today we are off to London. I intend to take him to Carnaby Street which I suspect will be full of groovy pop stars. We may even buy a copy of the NME or Smash Hits and see how many of them we recognise.