I hobnobbed, drinking with a couple of sarf London boys fresh from the Costa Del Crime who claimed they knew the Krays (don't they all).


There was also a couple of hot fraulines, who teased me no end, and I failed on both counts.

All too soon my time was up. I still had plenty of cash left and put it to good use by purchasing seven fake Rolex for around �50.


The Interzone of old has long since vanished though at times I could sense the ghosts of Kerouac and Cassidy at my side especially after a smoke. It still makes a great place to visit : guaranteed sun, friendly people where a small tip works wonders, plenty of cheap beer and first class drugs if you can find a trustworthy source. I will definitely be going back before the old town tumbles into the sea.




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