When you're off yer 'ead on anything Whitby pier is the best place to be.
Brighton beach is the worst cos you don't know where the regular beach ends and the nudie beach begins and you suddenly see an old codger with his withered wedding tackle lolling about and then some middle-aged trout with her eggplant breasts flapping in the gale wind materialises and then you see old grandad with his cadaveric pallour and slippery skin sunning 'imself on the rocks.
And then you wonder if Brighton isn't a wee ickle bit overrated, and fucking Hounslow seems nice by comparison.