(Adapted from a review first published in the MLG Megazine 1985)
Standing on a pebble strewn Brighton beach on an unseasonal July
morning strafed by winds with waves washing the stones I try to imagine France on the horizon
beyond the swirling grey sea though you can’t see it. Indeed you can’t see much but the heavy sky. It’s film weather this and you can imagine taking the cameras over the beach
in the build up to some dark drama. This weekend though our particular drama is behind me
inside the seafront Brighton Metropole hotel where the latest PanoptiCon is taking place.
