Summer day, taking Toby for a stroll in Brighton when he was about 7 weeks old.
About 5pm, Paul and I pushed the buggy up towards Churchill Square shopping centre and I spot this little dude.
There was no parade, no band, no school concert - no-one else in any sort of costume. Just this boy dressed as a rainbow, running after his friends - not dressed as anything - so obviously I had to stop him and get a picture.
I flickrd it but I'm not sure it truly got across the surreality. I was feeling a bit down in the dumps that day (thanks hormones!) so I'd like to think he was a karma fairy sent to cheer me up but in the end I had to conclude "i can only imagine the rent boy pimps are advertising their services more and more overtly ...".
I found the picture again today when I was making my photo set of 'places we go' for Toby's scrapbook album. I think I'll make a page about the rainbow boy - it's stuff like this that makes Brighton such a cool place to be, and a cool place to bring up my little dude. Can't wait, all set for looking for the new Casa AB.