Brighton

On Saturday we and the Thomases trained it out to Brighton to see what the English seaside was all about. I think it's safe to say that the English seaside is not about the seaside at all, but instead about all the trappings they've constructed around what they think is a beach; fools! The pebbles were nice and clean and fun to walk on, but a beach it was not.

While other beaches might attract the beauties of society, Brighton beach does not.

Brighton is no 'Muscle Beach', and the babes are few and far between. We were, however, lucky enough to spot an old lady with one breast hanging out.

Anyway, we had a fine time enjoying the trappings of Brighton 'beach'. Eating cod and chips, having a beer, and going round on the merry-go-round.

The Royal Pavilion (built by the son of mad King George III) is one of the weirdest buildings I've ever seen. The whole thing, inside and out, is faux-oriental/eastern. It's hard to describe the interior (no pictures allowed); it's like the people who built it never went to China, but instead were told what chinese art and decoration looked like, and then asked to imitate it. Odd, odd, odd, but very interesting.

The Best Coffee in London

When Julian and I first arrived in London, we were dismayed by the lack of quality coffee. Either it was too hot (you had to wait 15 mins for it to cool down enough to drink it), too cold, or just downright unpleasant. We tried a variety of places: big chains, little independent coffee houses and market stalls and we just couldn't find anything that rivaled our high Australian standards.
That is, until Gerrod and Kristy came to London.



Every couple of months we have 'sleep over' weekends, where we get to drink as much good coffee as we want (if we are at their place), eat as many pancakes as we want (if we're at our place) and generally find somewhere new to explore around our local area. On previous visits we discovered the industrial wasteland that surrounds the Thames barrier, and were fortunate enough to find some genuine "mock" gothic ruins. We tried out our Frizbee skills during our last weekend. I'm not as good as you might imagine.







Who knows what exciting things are in store for us crazy cats in the future.