Who remembers the lovely disabled chap, who used to sit for hours outside his family home, just on the lower side of the Railway Arch at Tongdean Lane. I remember him as Roy.
Now there was a person who cared not if one were well heeled or a ragged butted rover, he was always delighted to see one and would enthusiastically wave his arm and contort his whole person, and with a beaming smile, make anyone who would care to acknowledge him feel that ‘here was someone who was pleased to see them. I loved to see, and spend a few moments with him.
