Sitting outside Mrs Fitzherbert's, the pub named after George IV's notorious mistress, nursing a pilsner top and a packet of peanuts on a sunny Saturday afternoon, the world is a benevolent place with the Brighton Festival (and Fringe) at the heart of the fun. My daughters, aged 11 and 16, and girlfriend, age unknown, are with me (fizzy lemon, Coca Cola and pilsner, no top, respectively), and in front of the retina-s…
SOURCE: The Arts Desk at 06:12AM on May 26, 2014