I saw this shop earlier today:
I have a horrible feeling that the gentleman in the doorway is the owner.
I revisited Hastings today, on the way back from a magistrates' training session. I decided to reassess my earlier remarks about the physical attributes of Hastings' citizens, as my wife said that they were rather unkind. I'm afraid to say that today's visit only confirmed my views. I don't think I've ever visited a town with so many malformed people and when I walked along the street, I felt like a freakish giant.
I think Hastings desperately needs a university and a decent rail link to London, if only to improve the gene pool.