[reading: Neal Stephenson, "The System of the World"]
Trundled down to Brighton this afternoon, to get a couple of days outside of London. We arrived late enough in the afternoon that most of the shops in the Lanes were already closing down, but the pier was obviously still open for business. I signally failed to make the slightest impression on a stack of tin (well, probably lead) cans by throwing balls at them, but at least the Waltzer was fun. There's something euphoric about closing your eyes and letting the centrifual force slosh all the blood around in your brain.