west of beachy head

i used to work in brighton with a tightly wound chap who was doing his best but losing the battle not to have a nervous breakdown

one day i drove him up to the high cliffs at beachy head

you could almost see the question marks written in beads of sweat on his forehead

then i got out of the car and bought him an ice-cream and said "you've got to learn to relax !"

its never too late to have mother tattooed on your biceps