A few minutes go there was the sound of whistles being blown loudly, and the faery tinkling of bells. Not unusual for Brighton, since it usually heralds some group drumming, placards, and signs exhorting the good natives to either do one thing or ban another. Not this morning - the bells were bicycle bells, and the bicyclists ranged from semi-nude to totally starkers. And a jolly fit little bunch, too! Although one Buddha-esque chap luxuriously opted to be pulled in a bike rickshaw. Lots of colourful body painting, flower-bedecked hair, and a couple of police outriders, also on bicycles, but sadly fully-clothed. This town is such fun at times!