|Brighton's mysterious West Pier, after which the hostel is named|
I asked them whether it was illegal for me to film an interview with a friend in his room and they maintained that it was, so it looks like I'll need a lawyer. Having been told I was no longer welcome to visit my friend Daryl, who let's face it, doesn't receive many visitors as things stand, because I had basically exposed something the West Pier would rather not be brought to light (quite what that is, I was not told) I had time only to wish Daryl happy birthday and give him his birthday present, birthday card and a bit of cash for some tobacco.
Pope Francis calls us to serve the poor and to highlight and expose the injustices that take place in their regard.
Just for the record, here is another picture I took of the inside of West Pier Project. I know this is a general sign that warns that there is some dangerously strong heroin 'out there' in big, bad Brighton, but for an establishment that serves its residents a needle exchange service and whose residents number many a heroin addict, perhaps telling everyone that there is some 'seriously strong s**t' available in Brighton, and telling them what colour and texture it takes, maybe isn't that great an idea?
After all, they all know the next hit could kill them, but many of them are just out for the best hit they can get.