Here's a story for you to read while you wait....

When God was handing out the cities of Britain to its people, who had been queuing for days outside his office, the Brightonians forgot to come. They were too busy drinking and dancing and having a good time. When they did eventually show up, God said crossly: 'you're too late, I've given everything away; you should have been in the queue like everyone else.'

'In that case' said the Brightonians 'we might as well open another bottle and go back to the party. Why don't you come too?' So God went to the party and had a few drinks and danced and mingled. After a bit he said 'tell you what boys, I've had such a good time I've decided to give you the city I was keeping for myself.

Whether or not Brighton is really Gods own country, Paskins Town House is the place to come.