I can’t believe it’s the 30th October. Sunlight bounces everywhere off wet pavements and the sky is the most luxurious deep blue. Is this England or the South of France? Once again the town is filled with scaffolders stripped to the waist and taking up far too much space in the outdoor landscape as only scaffolders know how. They certainly don’t know how to park, or maybe they don’t care? Restaurants, bars and casinos all look out of their element, impaled on the sunshine like seedy 70s vampires, giving the fake-cobwebbed, Halloween-festooned doorway a run for its money in the horror stakes, and it’s hard to believe the man in a stetson is drinking coffee out of a mug and not a Daiquiri.