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Brighton in General
Member Name: samclinton
Brighton in General
Date: 13/07/01, updated on 13/07/01 (162 review reads)
Advantages: All night cafe, Varied choice
Disadvantages: lack of hotels, Not cheap
I'm not sure whether this op really ought to be in this section os whether it should be in the section entitled "Travel for the scatter-brained" but failing to find that, here it goes.
To start at the beginning, it was my dearly beloved's birthday a couple of weekends ago. His two best mates were sunning themselves in Kos so we decided that we'd do something different together(rather than sit and get drunk in the local all weekend that is!).
After some deliberation we came across the bright idea of a weekend in Brighton(not too far away, loads to do)and as we had to pick our friends up from Gatwick it would all tie in quite nicely. My other half, having been there more recently than me(about six years ago!), assured me that booking a B & B would not be neccesary as there were loads and there was sure to be a space...can you see where I'm going yet?
He also assured me that we wouldn't need to take Friday off as it would only take about 1/2 hours to get there, leaving us plenty of drinking time.
So, the allotted weekend duly arrived. I left work at six o'clock and got home where I started to pack. We left my house(in Aylesbury) at about 7.15 thus avoiding the traffic.
Some hope! Arriving at the M40 at 7.15 it was moving,but only at a snail's pace. We duly sat on the motorway until we reached the M25. Anyone at all familiar with this road can probably imagine what I came across..the country's largest car park.
At this point my boyfriend, who is far more familiar with roads than I am, instructs me to go through London. I'm a bit of a novice at all this but with hindsight I'm actually sure we would have been better off staying on the M25. At least I got to see some of the sights(through the red mist that was slowly beginning to cloud my eyesight). My beloved(who is a smoker) was, by now, beginnig to bleat about stopping for a fag. As it was about 9.30 ish I was in no mood to accomo
date him so made him wait till we had reached Croydon.
As you may well imagine, I was getting a little frayed around the edges and not as patient and kind as I usually am and as we approached the city of Brighton at about 10.30 we were barely on speaking terms. But worse was yet to come. Having not booked a B & B we began the weary task of looking for a room for the night. Without being blasphemous, I actually have a pretty good idea how Joseph and Mary felt that night(with the exception that I'm not pregnant!).After driving up and down the sea front from Kempton town to Hove, we could only find room in the Grand and I wasn't paying £220.00 I can tell you.
In the end we had to admit defeat. I parked on the seafront and had a little sob(pent up emotions see..all I wanted was a hot shower!). In fact I was so stressed that my other half gave me a cigarette to calm my nerves and I haven't smoked for 8 months now.
We found a bar that was still open(neither of us were dressed for clubbing and I didn't exactly have the inclination). Mindful of the fact that I had to sleep in the car, I only had a couple(else you get charged with drunk in charge, even if asleep at the time)in a wine bar full of middle aged yuppies. We could only find standing room between the toilet doors and the kitchen doors so spent all night moving out of peoples way. Dragged ourselves to the all night cafe next door(thank you Buddies for the best cup of tea I've had in a long time) and had a full breakfast at 1 o' clock in the morning. The cafe was full of people who looked like I felt, knackered, bedraggled and depressed. However, the welcome was warm and the food. although not a la carte, was prime greasy spoon stuff!!
After this we moped back to the car and settled down for the night....only to be woken up at 4.30 by a combination of the sun, the seagulls and the bloody delivery van at the hotel over the road. We were both freezing so I started
up the engine to try and get some warmth. Trying to get back to sleep was futile so we gave up and went back to the allnight cafe at about a quarter to six. They greeted us as old friends, obviously thinking we'd been up all night clubbing. After that we must have spent a good couple of hours walking round all the shops in Brighton before any of them were open. I will say one thing, it's quite interesting watching a town wake up, you see all sorts of things that you don't even think of.
After this we went to the tourist information to try and get a room for the night, but shock horror they had nothing left..apparently there was a big club night on and this coupled with the lovely weather had combined to conspire against us. I nearly had a sobbing fit again but managed to contain myself. We ended up driving all the way to Hove again where we found a vacancy. All I will say is that if you are ever tempted to stay at Palm Court B&B don't.Having felt like the Virgin Mary the night before I can now imagine what it must be like to be a refugee in this country stuck in a grotty little bedsit somewhere.
However, it was a room and I was exceedingly grateful. We both showered, changed and went out. A bit about Brighton now. On the weekend that we decided to go there had been a binmen strike for a week or two and as a result there were sacks of rubbish everywhere being ripped apart by scavenging seagulls. There were loads of people camped out on the beach around their campfires nursing secretive bottles in paper bags and earlyin the morning there were some very odd types wandering around. The plus sides are the historical parts of the old town(the lanes)where you can find the Font & Firkin, a pub in a converted church. There are loads of shops for the shoppers amongst you including loads of galleries and unusual shops(the condom shop..not what you'd think).
And you can't forget the Pier.
Tacky, cheesy, naff...all this
and more but a pier is as essential to a seaside break as jellied eels. We spent most of our afternoon intending to lose loads of money on the penny falls but actually ended up losing most of our money in the Karaoke bar at the end of the pier. There was a fat compere in the style of Chris Moyles(who did'nt like being told this) and loads of people. Having had a really dry Friday night my other half and I lost no time in getting riproaringly drunk(if you were there I was the one with a cuddly Frankenstein which kept buying the drinks). We were on shots at 4 in the afternoon and in bed by nine.
In summing up I would say that Brighton does have o lot to offer people but only if they are well organised. The pier may be the height of naffness but it was a bloody good laff at the time. There are all sorts of drinking/clubbing establishments. There is a rather pebbly beach and quite a few drop outs but no-one seems too stuck up about things and I'll probably go again. If you've got this far thanks for listening to my inane ramblings and Ill let you know how I get on next time!