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Media creative Quentin, 41, moved with his family from leafy north London to the pebbly south coast six years ago. A firm believer in human rights, fair trade and Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall, he shares with you, the reader, his hopes, his dreams and his frustration at the low-brow, tasteless and downright common nature of our once great nation.
Editor's note: Quentin Delahunty is a fictional creation.

A Tweet-Free Cornish Nasty

‘Tis been a while since my last missive and I sincerely apologise for your fallow, Quentin-less weeks. It must have been trés difficult for you but here I am again, at your disposal (metaphorically-speaking). Anyway, the main reason for my blog-free period was a last-hurrah-style holiday in Cornwall, one in which I decided to eschew computers, laptops, iPhones and any other cyber-techno-paraphernalia in an attempt to cleanse my soul and reconnect with Mother Earth, not Google Earth.

The Hoves And The Hove-Nots

There is nowhere quite like Brighton on a sunny day, where the warm rays intertwine with the even warmer vibes to create a whole lotta liberal happiness.

Welcome To Brighton & Homeless

On a stroll through Brighton’s quaint streets or a saunter down Hove’s grand avenues, you are sure to encounter a celebrity or two, from cast-iron A-listers (my mate Ludo is convinced he spotted Prince tucking into fish and chips in Harry Ramsden’s the other day) to those lesser “names” who inhabit the cheaper end of the celebrity alphabet (David van what’s-his-face).

Light At The End Of The Tunnel

The 15:36 from London Victoria pulls out of East Croydon, leaving the metropolitan grime and discontent behind as it accelerates towards the fresh air of the South Downs and the bohemian idyll of Brighton beyond.