I love how a long exposure can make people look like ghosts – wholly appropriate for Worthing, an awful, soul-less ghost-town at the best of times.
The end of Worthing pier is, like most seaside piers, a shrine to post-war nostalgia, when entertainment came at a penny a go. Now it’s mostly video games, but the slot machines and penny cascades are still popular.
As I’ve said before, Worthing is a soulless hole. I spent my formative years there, and back then it had a vibrant counter-culture, we were all out to kick against the system. Nowadays, there seems little evidence of that. Kids seem to segue from indifferent chavviness to premature middle age pretty seamlessly. Such a far cry from Brighton, just 10 miles along the coast.
Worthing is an awful hole of a town. I should know, I lived there for years. One constant seems to be the Salvation Army. Last weekend they had an American contingent come to visit; spiritual, but lacking in style.