UK Trip 2005

Funny how things work out. Five minutes either way and I would have missed Mr Wedderburn altogether because he was really on the move. I was only in Brighton today because I had to rearrange bits of the big plan when I missed out on my Malvern accommodation for next week (sorry again to Kirsty and the girls re tonight, never thought that it would happen with me and the girls from Clapham, and I may have been right). Would not have been in Gardner Street at the right time if I'd gone back to the hotel as soon as the room was ready, or if I'd gone to Gardner Street first instead of enjoying Louis' for an hour mid-afternoon and then haunting beachfront, pier and St James' Street. Would still have not been in the right SHOP at the right time if Vegetarian Shoes had not been found closed at ten past five. Which only goes to show, planning is pointless, and if you just let things flow whichever way they want to go as much as your nerve will allow, something amazing will very likely happen. Or is that just my RedVeg burger with cheese doing the talking? Have I been in Brighton too long? To Black's on the way back to consider lightweight jackets, then Churchill Square shopping centre, where Debenhams had nothing I wanted, even with their Blue Cross double-discount offers. Went to the pub behind my hotel tonight, The Regency Tavern. All light-/dark-green stripe Regency wallpaper, traditional keg taps and Booker T on the stereo. Friendly and fairly peaceful, at least until 25 minutes before closing time when the chattering insurance classes follow me in from the beachfront, at which point I leave. But before that I've attempted to phone home from there and spent £3 on about 50 seconds of conversation, and discovered the delights of Shepherd Neames' Spitfire ale..."The Bottle of Britain", the matching glass and coasters proudly declare, ho-ho. No sign of the ghost of the ex-landlady who is meant to haunt the place. Perhaps it is afraid of chattering insurance clerks. I'm in an internet cafe, where Japanese MOR pop music alternates with various species of metal. The stripped former decor suggests a 1980s office of some kind, or a 1990s games shop. Quiet and nice, but like all else, closes at 11pm. Goodnight to you. Next Previous

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