So here we are, half way through May, and therefore half way through the Brighton Festival, which runs 4 – 26 May (although the Fringe is cheekily marching on till 2 June this year).

The Bangkok Ladyboys have taken up residence on Grand Parade, the Famous Spiegel Garden is sparkling away on the Old Steine, there’s a crashed plane apparently made out of withies and tissue paper sticking out of the ground next to St Peter’s church, a shipping container or two on the seafront, Brighton's taxi drivers getting into gear for their annual collective denial of the very existence of The Basement arts centre (Where love?