Every Day Is Like Sunday

"Where shall we meet on Valentine's Day?"

"On Bognor Beach, by the outlet pipe"

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My trip to Bognor resulted in a nice batch of photos - see the last nine here.

But by God, Bognor is depressing in late Winter. Morrissey captured the atmosphere exactly:

Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon - come Armageddon!
Come, Armageddon! Come!

Every day is like Sunday
Every day is silent and grey

Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard :
"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"
In the seaside town
...that they forgot to bomb
Come, Come, Come - nuclear bomb

Every day is like Sunday
Every day is silent and grey

Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(And on your face...)

Every day is like Sunday
"Win Yourself A Cheap Tray"
Share some greased tea with me
Every day is silent and grey