...she cried more, more, more. And there was. A good three or four hours more. And it was dark and downright dirty fun at Coalition as Sunday night gave way to Monday morning in spectacular fashion. Instead of getting up, bleary eyed, to start another week at work you're getting another round in at the bar. It's so naughty! The inevitable end still comes far too quickly but leaves us smiling all the same.

No night bus to catch, no battling with commuters on the tube... just a gentle stroll along the beach to somewhere for a bite of breakfast to wind down after all the mayhem.

I don't care if we are still in the middle of winter. I love Brighton. And I love Mondays off after Rebel. Pot of tea? Toast and jam? Good morning.