I enjoyed Alexis Petridis' article about Brighton in today's Guardian (click on the title of this post to read it). He mentioned a couple of my favourite places
Muesli Mountain – otherwise known as the hills of Hanover. Southover Street is so steep they have to have a pub on every corner: base camp one, base camp two...
The Bell Book and Candle in North Laines "which has the local market in rune and casting stones pretty much sewn up".The article didn't mention the Iambic Arts Theatre above the shop which opened this year or the fact that they want to stock A Good Confession (which I have only just remembered...)
Because we have a Green MP, because we have the largest gay population in Europe and because "The World's Least Convincing Transvestite" lives here, Petridis sees Brighton as England's San Francisco, a city of tolerance...
It's been called lots of other things: London by the Sea, the damp end of Wardour Street, Blow-in Town, the smell of success (Laurence Olivier).
I think of it as Mickey Rooney City. It's the place where you can say: Hey, let's put on a show...
Have you got a definition for Brighton?
2 comments:
I have always regarded Hanover as the yogurt weaver's belt!
Next to the knit-your-own-tofu centre? But that doesn't really capture the flavour of The Geese on a Friday night when the Guinness is flowing, the craic is mighty and AJ, the landlord, is in good form. I'd live there like a shot (Hanover not The Geese)if I only had the legs for it. Thee are real mountains that aren't as steep...
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