We are on Brighton Pier and Mummy has just plonked me in a car with this boy called Noddy. He is taking up so much room, it's really quite annoying. Plus just across the way there is this fantastic roundabout with aeroplanes
whizzing around ever so high and ever so fast which I am not allowed to ride on for some bizarre reason. Something to do with how tall I am and how old. I shall have to come back when I am older, say 21 months old or so. I'm sure to have grown amazingly tall
in that time. Maybe even as tall as Daddy?
You can understand, I'm sure, why I'm a bit underwhelmed being stuck here in this car with a boy in a blue hat with a bell on the end. Some kids have no sense of
style. He isn't even a real boy, he was invented by someone called Enid Blyton who wrote stories about him. Not like me, I write my own stories about myself, courtesy of the Daily Blog. Noddy really is a waste of space in more ways than one. OK, that's only
my opinion but, hey, everyone is entitled to their own opinions,aren't they? Nanni says they are, anyway, and Nanni knows everything about opinions, being quite alarmingly opinionated in her own, Nanni-like way.
Yes, this is Faris writing the Daily Blog for Nanni who is travelling back to Worthing on the bus and may just be some time. We have all been in Brighton - Mummy, Nanni, Grandad, Auntie Mel and Auntie Jenny - waiting for Daddy to finish his 75 mile
off-road bike ride from London. I don't know why it is such a big deal riding a bike "off-road". I never ride my bike on the road, I always ride off-road. Most times I ride along the garden path but I never boast about it.
However don't get me wrong, I am very, very proud of my Daddy for doing this, along with Uncle Rino and Second Cousin Mark (I wonder who First Cousin Mark is, by the way?) all of them raising lots of money for the British Art Foundation. Sorry, I think
I mean Heart. Nanni says it is important that the Daily Blog is as accurate as possible. I am not sure what accurate means, is it another word for interesting? Nobody could possibly say that my blogs aren't interesting. Enid Blyton, eat your heart out! Or
even your art...
We whiled away quite a lot of time in the Palm Court restaurant on the pier. There was a very beautiful girl with long, blonde hair sitting at the next table. She was well fit. I kept throwing
my water cup onto the floor and she kept picking it up for me. I think she fancied me - shame she had her boyfriend with her. I checked out the rest of the restaurant while the grown-ups were finishing their salads. I don't know why Mummy calls rhubarb crumble
and custard "salad". Do you think she is trying to kid someone? Nanni came along with me while I was prowling round the restaurant, trying to stop me (i) going where I wasn't supposed to go and (ii) hitting my head on the corners of the tables which were at
exactly the wrong height for me.
One of the entrances was blocked off with a piece of red rope strung between two silver poles. Obviously this was no problem for me, I ducked under it and was out the other
side in a flash. Watching Nanni follow me was extremely funny - she knew she wasn't allowed to go under the red rope but she also knew couldn't let me go off on my own. You may not realise this but Nanni is actually very law-abiding. This is no surprise to
me, of course, because after all I have known her all my life.
I loved everything about the pier. I loved the noise and the colour and all the people having fun. I enjoyed watching all the people getting wet
on the Wild River log boats and seeing the galloping horses on the carousel (Nanni calls it the "casserole". She can be quite funny like that.) It was a pity to leave but I am sure we will come back some other time.
Maybe we can come back when the Twins are born? They can sit in the car with Noddy (they will be quite small, at least to start with, so there will probably be room for them both.) I will be off on the flying aeroplanes, the log boats and the helter
As Nanni would certainly say, we will have SUCH fun!