These first three photos are our team working hard on our scavenger hunt. On, erm, the carousel. Unfortunately we didn't win, despite being the last team to return, by some margin. Apparently finding Linford Christie in a shoe shop a bloody mile from the seafront doesn't earn you any points. A disgrace. The first photo was a bit dark originally, so have cunningly spiced it up on Photoshop.
Non-Joinee John, Joinee MacLaughlin and Joinee (Elliott) Biddle across the front.
Then a clean-shaven Jesus employing Divine Product Placement.
*My, My, Myyyy Delilah...*
Tim with Tiny Tim (or whatever name Tim opted for), his prize for winning the Best Dressed Pirate competition. Someone suggested he steal bits of other people's costumes and dress as much like the doll as possible. That's my hat! *puffs chest out proudly*
Then there's Biddle in not the rudest photo I took of him. With an inflatable parrot down his shorts.
Rachel with a Pirate Panata, which we never got around to beating with a stick.
The Join Me Jolly Roger, which Mrs Jamin made herself, the veritable Blue-Peter-presenter-to-be that she surely is.
Tiny Tim and Pirate Panata having a nice chat.
Jesus being nailed with a small nail and, erm, a plastic spoon.
The small child who benefitted from the inflatable shark I took along and gave away. I approached the adults in the family and asked them if they wanted it. "No," they said, "but the kids might like it." Hmm, that was the idea. Approaching the kids directly seemed like a risky strategy though.
Some beach photos: Bing with the diablo; Jamin; Andy and Mum White
A group shot (yes, I'm getting lazy with my descriptions now).
Bing being well'ard and smashing her mineral water receptacle on her head.
Sunset as seen from the pier. By 'eck it's gorgeous.
Mrs J, Phillips and Jackson at the Dolphin Derby.
"Max and Paddy" celebrating success (Phillips didn't win).
Jamin trampolining.
Some action shots from the Waltzer. The most painful Waltzer in the galaxy, in fact. That's Kneller's brother looking rather upset by the whole experience.
Mrs J and, erm, well I think I've done well to get this far and remember names. So ner.
Another shot of the shore at night.
Carousel photos, including some ghostly figures.
Some night-time glow-poi, and a very artistic shot before camping out on the beach.
Sunday morning. Note the contrast between the states of consciousness of Biddle and Fowler. Very clever photography, that.
Biddle refueling from the giant water bottles, and Biddle and Jesus.
Shiny and John in the morning. Note the damn scurvy dog searching for gold bullion in the background. Yarr!!
Biddle rolling down the beach for no apparent reason.
Biddle trying to catch a frisbee.
Biddle trying to throw a frisbee to John.
Shakeaway, and their godly menuboard, which allows for just about any milkshake ingredient you can think of. I had a mint humbug milkshake. Darn-tootin' nice, if I may say so.
Jesus: "I think I might have to have just one more drink," before returning from the bar with this. He repeated this mantra many times on Sunday, eventually missing his train and staying in Brighton one more night.
Westy and Bing.
And last and no doubt least, The Eye Of Biddle.
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