Walking home late on a Saturday night recently, I couldn’t help laugh. I was coming back from a late night at school, and was the pathetic girl wearing tennis shoes and a backpack instead of a hot pink mini-skirt, shiny pleather stilettos and other oh-so-80s accessories (the dress code of Brighton on a weekend). The electronic display on one of the double decker buses heading into the town center carrying a load of party-goers flashed something unusual. I had to look twice – yep, it was for real. After showing the buses final destination, it changed to say ‘Disco Decker’. I wonder if the passengers knew they were on a true party-mobile. And did the driver’s boss know he was having so much fun at work?