Its very easy to explain, a bunch of 'right on' eco conscious middle class Londoners decide to escape the rat race and move down to Brighton in a fleet of Toyota Prius's and renewable energy sourced electric bicycles. They move into a house/communal living space with their two children Parsnip & Tallula and meet up with other like minded 'lets save the world' types. On seeing the actual sea they almost orgasm at the pure nature of it and decide there and then that Tesco & Sainsburys are the instruments of the devil and convene a meeting at Pret A Manger over organic gluten free Ciabatta with Spirulina and line caught Tuna (Marine Stewardship Council approved obviously!). At the meeting they work themselves into an apopletic rage about the latest shitty piece of derelict urban land that hasn't been used for 10-20 years and all pop off to Homebase and buy a dozen planters and some pot plants and lob thme on the land and call it a garden. At the 'garden' they drum up support for their 'cause' and generally cause a bit of a kerfuffle for a few months before the developers give up humouring them and move in with a bunch of heavys and get shot of them before building more flats for Londoners with a Tesco/Sainsbury underneath, and so the cycle begins all over again.
Excellent and it made me laugh!

