It would have been rude to have gone home without popping into the Bully “for one”, and astonishing drink prices made it difficult to leave it at that.

London and Brighton nestled snugly side by side, with many cyclists reviving themselves after a gruelling day with a lemonade or two. There was even a contingent from the London Gay Men’s Chorus who shed their inhibitions (and shirts) to join in the revelries which were clearly going to continue long after I was tucked up in bed!