Ten (plus 6) Reasons to Go to Brighton

Free toys for babies … these same pebbles may serve as weapons or garden decorations but I am going with baby toys.

Small children holding hands. And yes, this does only occur in Brighton.

Some gays (and one with a permed mohawk). This could be a very exciting prospect or just plain horrific – check out your homophobe-metre to ascertain.

Candy striped deck chairs.

Fake ‘gangstas’ (in handcuffs). Not as scary as the real thing.

Death omens. This is a good thing because it’s always good to be reminded of death. Especially when one forgets.

A street called Jew. Need I say more.

Somersaulting motorbikes.

You can find India in Brighton. The Taj Mahal moved there.

World anomaly: giant ice cream cone balancing on roof.

Goldilocks wasn’t hiding under the bed. Those silly bears should have looked in Brighton.

A garden in a boat.

Pretty cables.

Weird shit.

Jamie Oliver likes it there.

And finally: it’s just awesome (and there are lots of sweets there; and you can eat fish & chips; and pretty windmills are sold on the beach front).

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