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.
