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Brighton (slight return)
We had originally planned to go abroad, but the thought of airports, queues, people, PCR tests seemed unbearable so we visited our old friend Brighton once more, this time staying in a central Brighton hotel, rather than an Airbnb in Kemptown or Hove. The Georgian hotel had a lot of faded glamour (more faded than glamorous), but with a (sea)view of two piers, from which we watched the sun set over the sea.
Overheard in Brighton#1
"I want to be a full time tantric teacher or a Buddhist monk"
The town is full of graduating students in suits and skirts and high heels unsuitable for the prom, having their pics taken in front of the dilapidated west pier, probably because the very ugly Brighton Centre is the official graduation venue.
Overheard in Brighton#2
"You're just going to have to do some manifesting"
At dusk we wander down to the pier and watch the starling murmeration: the birds swoop as one under and over the pier like iron filings dancing, black bees swarming, a Marvel supervillain's atoms reconfiguring. Windfarms like ghosts of ships on the horizon. At night, they pulse red: dot dash dot dash.
Overheard in Brighton#3
"I just need to park my skateboard"
Having done Hove and Kemptown (culturally), we go to a new area, Preston Park, which seems to be where the actual people of Brighton live. The park is very charming with a Japanese rock garden, art deco cafe, Alpine chalet, manor house, pet cemetery, clock tower and hundreds of crocuses.
Overheard in Brighton#4
"Days go quick when you're coding"
The frail silhouette of the pier framing the setting sun for social media snaps and creators of local scenes greetings cards. The frilly bandstand next to the sea. The crack and snap of a skateboard hitting the prom.
Overheard in Brighton#5
"I've joined Lulu work. People say it's a cult but that's just because they don't want you to change."
The smell of gear and incense in the air.
Old Steine with its hurrying cars and art deco bus-stops.
Overheard in Brighton#6
"She speaks Arabic. Not classical Arabic, but real Moroccan Arabic."
Overheard in Brighton#1
"I want to be a full time tantric teacher or a Buddhist monk"
The town is full of graduating students in suits and skirts and high heels unsuitable for the prom, having their pics taken in front of the dilapidated west pier, probably because the very ugly Brighton Centre is the official graduation venue.
Overheard in Brighton#2
"You're just going to have to do some manifesting"
At dusk we wander down to the pier and watch the starling murmeration: the birds swoop as one under and over the pier like iron filings dancing, black bees swarming, a Marvel supervillain's atoms reconfiguring. Windfarms like ghosts of ships on the horizon. At night, they pulse red: dot dash dot dash.
Overheard in Brighton#3
"I just need to park my skateboard"
Having done Hove and Kemptown (culturally), we go to a new area, Preston Park, which seems to be where the actual people of Brighton live. The park is very charming with a Japanese rock garden, art deco cafe, Alpine chalet, manor house, pet cemetery, clock tower and hundreds of crocuses.
Overheard in Brighton#4
"Days go quick when you're coding"
The frail silhouette of the pier framing the setting sun for social media snaps and creators of local scenes greetings cards. The frilly bandstand next to the sea. The crack and snap of a skateboard hitting the prom.
Overheard in Brighton#5
"I've joined Lulu work. People say it's a cult but that's just because they don't want you to change."
The smell of gear and incense in the air.
Old Steine with its hurrying cars and art deco bus-stops.
Overheard in Brighton#6
"She speaks Arabic. Not classical Arabic, but real Moroccan Arabic."