What a delight to be sitting on the promenade at Brighton reading Adam Trimingham's celebratory prose on the demise of the deckchair (The Argus, August 10).

Not because everything Adam pens is true (he can write nonsense, too). In fact, deckchairs are not altogether bad, as long as you don't spend a fortnight's holiday sitting on one.

And, as for all those lousy summers Adam suffered in the Fifties, I can remember a great one in 1955. But being an "older" (not yet, surely, an "oldie") does not pain us with that constant claptrap I hear from so many fellow members of our senior generations: "Everything was better when I was young." It wasn't. The world moves on, and not always downwards.

Of course, many things are wrong with Brighton today - and with the world. But don't let's drone on about halcyon days of yesteryear which, in reality, weren't always that halcyon.

Thank you, Adam, you modern (deckchairless) man.

-Peter Avis, Brighton