This is a bit like reliving my childhood, one embarrassing birthday party at a time.

1) Go to google and type in "You know you're from [your area] when..."
2) Cut and paste the list.
3) Bold or italicise items that apply to you.

You know you're from Brighton when...

When going into Churchill Square, you try and simultaneously avoid the 'goffix' outside Borders, and the chavs outside WHSmiths.

( It's Brighton and Hove, Actually. )

it's still the weekend, right?

Watched Top Gear and new Beeb offering Sherlock back-to-back. Fantastic on one hand because both were excellent. Bad, because I didn't put out the bin before Top Gear, meaning I had to do it after Sherlock. In the dark.

Did I mention I'm in the middle of sodding nowhere at the moment?

I am so serious on that point. There's me, a garden centre the other side of the garden fence, and that's it. There might be another house on the other side of us, but I can't see it from the driveway and I've never asked.

Technically I don't even think we're in a village. There's a B road that sort of forks off just across from the gates. That definitely leads to a village in one direction, and a town in the other. Not too sure where we fall in relation.

There are no streetlights. Anywhere. And on the walk from the bottom of the driveway back to the front door, the one thought that popped into my head?

My life for the next week is an episode of Midsomer Murders just waiting to happen.

It was worth it though - Sherlock was epic.