Thursday, 29 December 2011
Thursday, 22 December 2011
Beachy Head is a truly fucked up place. Off-course there's the eerie sense of suicide surrounding the cliff faces but the countryside centre next-door to the Beach Head pub does little to restore normality. Inside there's a typical gift shop selling key rings, postcards etc but I'm not sure where the Golliwog's fit in? Behind the gift-shop is a bizarre lay-out of models recreating things from past and present. The weirdest thing was a life-sized Shepard with a hologram for a face talking in a faux Cornish accent. It looked more like a demonic cross dresser and has pretty much given me nightmares ever since I saw it...I couldn't resist buying that little golliwog...that wrong?