Er, Stef, hate to dampen your outlaw spirit but are you sure Friday morning, 9.15 am, Hastings seafront is quite the best venue for your first doughnut? I'm just thinking of all those old biddies in their bath chairs being bowled over by your flailing rear end (OK, your bike's flailing rear end) and Concerned of Tunbridge Wells taking your number.
Trust me, John Q. Law will take a very dim view of such antics and will, at the very least, nick you for a bald rear tyre even just riding to the tyre shop, if not more serious offences.
Might be better to find a deserted supermarket car park at midnight for your first lesson. Just a thought and still want to see those pics!