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Ok lets begin with the sea. Let’s leave the party shots aside for now. Sure, you’ve had a bit of a Nick Cave write up. But the Sea is where it’s at and that’s not the name of a washed-up bar. Although it seems many beverage swilling pads here have named themselves after the seaside, some of which I’ll no doubt be visiting during this blogfest; the Reef Bar, the Blue Lagoon bar, the Star and Sailor, the Squid and Starfish, the Water Margin, the Venus Bar, the list goes on…
Anyway, the sea - an incredibly poetic timeless thing that exists along one side of the city. Just to be able to look out upon it and not see buildings is a mighty fine thing.
In fact it’s a pleasure, which is exactly why Brighton came about in the first place – a home to high society pleasures. That and the old adage that the sea air makes you feel better, though I reckon if you lived in 18th century England and knew someone with Consumption or the Bloody Flux you’d tell them to head for the sea just to get rid of them.
There’s something sad about the sea too. Whenever I see someone staring out at it I always assume they have many worries and are surely contemplating huge things like why are we here?
Maybe that’s why Brighton feels creative, the sea inspires thought and sucks in thinkers. And Brighton likes to think a little different, someone once said to me that Brightonians would be quite happy if the city floated off and formed it’s own country, quite true, but then a lot of people would be broke because London bank rolls most of it [more of this to come].
To sum this intro up, have a listen to ‘the Ocularist’ by the Bees, not my favourite band, but a song that sums up the Brighton commuters mood, ‘It’s good to get back to the sea.’
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Categories:Been there done that, Event type, Out on the town
