Norman Road

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Have you seen the old advert, which are called Ghost Ads, or Images, on the wall on Norman Road. Very few people actually look up, but if you do, going down the hill, (east), you’ll see this:

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The light has to be right to pick up the detail….

In an act of brilliance so clear it should be sponsored by the Arts Council, Little Larder has furnished their outside seating area. (Don’t know what to call it: patio, extension and conservatory are just not grand enough…)

Little Larder sur herbe

Coffees, teas, cakes, sandwiches, the whole monty can be enjoyed in the outer salon of Norman Road’s fave sit down and enjoy place.

So given that these muffins are just to die for:

Tracey Emin eat yer heart out..

Every now and again a bolt from the blue strikes. And Norman is struck. It’s love.

He got a very nice message from Lou at The Ship Inn in Rye, and so decided to have a look at the website, which is fabtastic. Check out those funky rooms, soak up that lovely easy attitude…

Dogs, children and even Mother in law jokes are allowed, nay, welcomed with open arms, and it seems like an exceptionally fine place to visit Norman (Porto-Yo!-bello) Road from. Check out the rooms with the retro decor, eye candy par excellence…

(No credibility has been hurt in the making of this post. True, unsolicited luurve.)

The Times, a newspaper of many supplements, recently had a article about places to eat by the Beach.

And very odd choices they had too. Something from somewhere called Camber. (Did you know they have seals in Camber? Lets hope they don’t do anything ghastly and Canadian to them and them offer them up with chips.)

But really good food in and around Hastings and St Leonards? Pah! They had none, not even the one with a Michelin award. St Clements at the top of Norman Road, an absolutely fabbo eaterie. Nor was Pasta Pasta displayed, with some of the finest pizzas in Sussex, (and the ghost of the first British ice cream maker in the basement). Nor the ever popular Smiths where Richard cooks up the a la mode du jour in finer fashion than most. Kassa remains unfound, Aaardvaark unknown, The Little Larder lamentably unmentioned.

Now, sure, this is Norman warbling, but to only mention a sandwich shop in the Old Town, Rudges or summit, makes me think the Times journalist must of had a gastric bypass. Not a good thing in a foodie.

So, for our gastrically challenged scribe, Norm recommends alternative pleasure..

And her husband prints the pictures.

Well it’s all true and hard to resist as a responsible bit of reportage.

Lucy Bell gallery has a very terrific Ken Russell exhibition. Now.

Lots gone already. Some corkers still there. Go and see. Please.