My second week in Brighton is over.  I have been down at a utility company installing a new version of e5, and migrating a test system to the new release.  The first week I was working with Ian Thomas, and stayed in the Preston Park hotel.  Preston Park is a small hotel on the A23, half way between Brighton centre and the A27.  The location is slightly inconvenient for the highlights of Brighton, car or taxi mandatory, but at least you could park at the hotel.

The second week I was on my own doing the upgrade.  Stayed in the Ramada Jarvis on the sea front.  Near the centre, but not a very nice hotel room, very small and no large king size bed to spread on, but the shower was new and good. Parking, what a rip off, 10 pounds a night!  If I parked on the sea front, it was a long walk back to the hotel.

First night I had a tandori mixed grill at an Indian restaurant (Nooris Limited) adjoining the Ship Inn.  Rosemary had recommended the restaurant; she had eaten there last summer when she accompanied me to a Cedar PSD event.  Alas, the quality must have gone down.  I was rather disappointed; probably I should have stuck with my old favourite of vindaloo.

Tuesday, was feeling a little unwell, man flu, so went for a small meal at a Greek taverna (Steki’s) on the sea front.  Started off with baked feta with tomato slices, which alas had not been cooked long enough in the oven.  This was followed by pork souvlaki on pitta bread.

Wednesday I visited the Regency fish restaurant on the front, started off with six oysters.  I bit worried about these, three seemed fresh and tasted of the essence of the sea, the other three were not so nice, and one tasted of salt water, so rather worried that those might be dead, and I would be puking in the morning.  This was followed by a Dover sole and chips, again not sure of the freshness of the fish.

Thursday, my final night, I went to Preston Street, which runs north from the sea-front, and is full of Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Moroccan and English restaurants.  Chose the Morocann, Cous Cous restaurant.  Nice atmosphere, you could eat at standard tables, or eat in another section where you sat on couches in a pseudo tent around round tables.  Here I ate lamb Cous Cous washed down with a few glasses of  red.  Very relaxing, and I enjoyed listening to the young women chatting.  When the slimmest one left, the comments that the others made!!  One said how her own body had a nicer figure, a better bottom.