My brother Petr was born when I was nine I loved him he was very sweet I always had to look after him And calm him down: “Don’t worry,...

Sound the fanfare of summer: A ninety-nine cornet parade! Come in Kias ... Come in Mercs! Join our seaside cavalcade! Roll-up ... Roll-up...

(Through the eyes of a 60+ non-surfing visitor) A city that extends for miles. beach after white-hot beach: sands ... soft as molten-silk...