Hello lovelies.
I went to Brighton at the weekend, whoop!
It was a lovely sunny day and I decided I had to get out of London for a bit and so the chap and I put on our best holiday outfits and hopped on the train.
Here I am in grey old Hackney:
Here I am in glorious Brighton. We didn't do inside the Pavilion because I'm skint and spent all my money on a ticket.
You can see the look of the day was "as many accessories as possible" - there is no such as too much.
We did all the cliche things - eating chips on the beach, laughing at hen parties, eating ice cream in The Lanes, avoiding stag parties, avoiding other brawling drunks and well, drinking a bit ourselves. Well not too much drinking, but we did find a pub that sells my very favourite beer - Otter Ale. Yum. Made from real otters you know. *nods sagely*
I also finally got to visit the technicolour mothball superstore that is Snooper's Paradise. Oh, if only I'd had some cash to spare - there we dresses galore at half the price or less of most London shops. His Nibs even picked up a wonderful Liberty waistcoat in pure silk that I've barely been able to get him to remove since.
We even had a smooch in the photobooth. ;-)
The day was rounded off with drinks with chums on the pier and then we whizzed back to London to attend a marvellous party of a NSFW nature. so I;'ll keep that to myself. Oh, weekend of dreams!
I'm thinking this may be my year for adventures of many kinds. There will definitely be more visiting of British seaside towns.
What's your favourite British resort?
