Back in London
Hey,
I'm back from Brighton, and it was a really cool trip.
So cool I'm almost in one of my periodical 'Why Don't I Move to Brighton?' reflective moods.
I'll probably write about it more later (I'm under the clock right now) but the whistle-stop version is this:
Took the train down.
Train got diverted because of 'an incident' uptrack, which later turned into a fatality. Meant that a one hour train ride spun out to over two and a half hours.
But it gave me lots of time to talk to the two student girls who were sitting opposite me. They study down in Brighton and were up in London to meet some friends.
Finally got to Brighton and managed to find the venue. Since I was early, it was all deserted.
When it opened, met up with Laura, lynchpin of Kunt and old Brisbane friend of mine. She left Australia to move to Japan either just before or just after I left, but she was really happy to see me.
One of the girls in Toxic Lipstick (one of the other acts) was amazed to find out that I am Elea Logan's brother. Interesting.
The whole night itself was pretty crazy, but I'll write about it more when I post my review for Fasterlouder.
Afterwards I managed to get to hang back with the rest of the Aussies at the organiser's house. Bizarreness ensued. I slept on the couch.
I woke up at 11 AM the next morning, chatted to various DJ/Programmer/Producer/Promoter folk that were gathered in the house.
By about two PM we were all hungry, to we took the bus down into Brighton and found an amazing Italian Cafe (staffed by Slovakians, natch) where you could get a massive plate of Spaghetti Bolognese for £3.50. You can't get a sandwich in london for that price.
After that wandered around, looked in shops in the Lanes, looked in an Antiques/Oddity shop, then went down to the Pier and looked at rides and flashing lights.
Finally we went to a pub called The Free Butt (curious title) and I peeled off and hit the Train Station, just in time for the 2140 back to London.
I'll write more about the amazing things I saw, the cool people I talked to, what they told me and my general impressions later, but I really have to run.
Got to go see The Scare in Camden.
Over and out.
J
I'm back from Brighton, and it was a really cool trip.
So cool I'm almost in one of my periodical 'Why Don't I Move to Brighton?' reflective moods.
I'll probably write about it more later (I'm under the clock right now) but the whistle-stop version is this:
Took the train down.
Train got diverted because of 'an incident' uptrack, which later turned into a fatality. Meant that a one hour train ride spun out to over two and a half hours.
But it gave me lots of time to talk to the two student girls who were sitting opposite me. They study down in Brighton and were up in London to meet some friends.
Finally got to Brighton and managed to find the venue. Since I was early, it was all deserted.
When it opened, met up with Laura, lynchpin of Kunt and old Brisbane friend of mine. She left Australia to move to Japan either just before or just after I left, but she was really happy to see me.
One of the girls in Toxic Lipstick (one of the other acts) was amazed to find out that I am Elea Logan's brother. Interesting.
The whole night itself was pretty crazy, but I'll write about it more when I post my review for Fasterlouder.
Afterwards I managed to get to hang back with the rest of the Aussies at the organiser's house. Bizarreness ensued. I slept on the couch.
I woke up at 11 AM the next morning, chatted to various DJ/Programmer/Producer/Promoter folk that were gathered in the house.
By about two PM we were all hungry, to we took the bus down into Brighton and found an amazing Italian Cafe (staffed by Slovakians, natch) where you could get a massive plate of Spaghetti Bolognese for £3.50. You can't get a sandwich in london for that price.
After that wandered around, looked in shops in the Lanes, looked in an Antiques/Oddity shop, then went down to the Pier and looked at rides and flashing lights.
Finally we went to a pub called The Free Butt (curious title) and I peeled off and hit the Train Station, just in time for the 2140 back to London.
I'll write more about the amazing things I saw, the cool people I talked to, what they told me and my general impressions later, but I really have to run.
Got to go see The Scare in Camden.
Over and out.
J
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