Just because the sun's out, doesn't mean it's hot!

So, after spending just over a week in London, we boarded a bus Saturday morning and headed for the seaside towns of Portsmouth and Southsea. The main purpose been to see a friend's band (Revere. Youtube them) play on the Sunday night.
We arrived to glorious subshine and sky with not a cloud in sight. Now lets get one thing straight people, just because the sun's out, doesn't mean it's hot! The wind that was blowing off the ocean was enough to chill you to the bones, yet people were sporting summer dresses and shorts and t-shirts.
The taxi driver later told us it was the first sun they had seen in six months, so I guess they can be forgiven for getting a little excited!
After checking into our accommodation we headed for Frattan Park, the local football stadium where Pompey (Portsmouth) was preparing to take on Sheffield United. the kind lad found us seats between the Pompey and Sheffield supporters. Now I'm convinced there were people there who's only reason for going was to yell abuse at the opposition supporters!! Fortunately for us we were seated next to a couple of quiet, young teenage boys and civilised girls as opposed to the overweight, middle aged men yelling every profanity under the sun all the while spraying the immediate crowd with their large volumes of spit!!
I had prepared for a nil all draw and for the general comment to be "what a good game", but the struggling Pompey team who the team's supporters had recently bought back after its owners went into administration scored two quick goals before scoring a third just before half time. That soon quietened the United fans and the chant of "stand up if you're three goals up" rang out in out corner of the ground!
No more goals were kicked after half time and I left thinking that soccer is much more exciting when you're wrapped up in all the chanting and abuse compared to watching it in the idiot box!
Sunday we headed to the beach where all Ned's childhood dreams came true, for the pier was stacked with amusement rides (similar to Luna park) and buildings filled with arcade games. We widdle away the afternoon trying to win a couple of pounds on a variety of games. We ate donuts that were terrible, deciding that the next day we'd give them....donuts!!
Sunday evening we made out way to a local music venue where the crowd was a collective mix of young hipsters, uni students and parents and grandparents of the musos.
Revere we're amazing and it's a shame that we won't have the opportunity to see them again before we leave. The following act B for the Bang were pretty sweet also, with Ned purchasing a vinyl.
Today (Monday) we catch the early bus back to London before heading to Luton airport for a 4.15pm flight to Morocco. We'll be there for about nine days hoping to soak in the cultural and culinary delights the country has to offer as well as temperatures in the low to mid 30s. A dessert safari on camels and a sleepover will hopefully be on the cards.
Until then we will remember the poor people at work and look forward to "blogging" about Morocco!