Cooley I was in Eastbourne a while ago, at a loose end. Thought I’d walk up to Beachy Head, didn’t realise how far it was, got as far as the Pilot pub on the edge of the town. Sitting there having a pint, very quiet in there chatting to the staff. Told them that I’d intended to have a pint in the pub up on the cliffs. They started laughing, told me that whenever a lone drinker appears in that pub (think it’s just called the Beachy Head) everyone gets seriously worried that it might be a jumper having one last drink or getting a bit of Dutch courage.