I was bought up in Worthing and my parents still live there. Thankfully it is the kind of place where nothing much happens.
When young people, such as I was growing up, say that nothing ever happens around here they miss the fact that everyone is getting on with each other, enjoying life and exchanging the small kindnesses that make life good.
With the sea in front and the South Downs behind, Brighton just down the road for a night out and London within striking distance for high culture Worthing was a great place to grow up.
I hope that it was only a bored and ignorant teenager who defaced Worthing’s war memorial last night and that it was not something more sinister. Even if it was just stupity it has caused too much pain.
I nicked the photo, above right, from a BBC article.