Monday, 3 January 2011

You're awlright, Brighton, you're awlright

Last week a few friends and I ventured down to Brighton. The peaceful little seaside city was a literal and metaphorical breath of fresh air after three months of congested London living.

 You'd pay 10 quid to rent of these if London had a beach.


The artsy Northern lanes.

The Royal Pavilion, a gift from India (how they sent it over, I do not know).

 Me and this guy bonded over the fact that we were both wearing silver jackets.