Hats and Crazy Horses!!

There is always time for the sea and I have learned this more than ever over the last few days. My long walks along the stony shore have kept me entertained for many hours. Being rapped in my own thoughts with the ocean crashing and the gentle chatter of locals and tourist alike in my ear is good for the soul. I've been searching for strange stones on the beach (I've found one in the shape of a telephone but Rowen's says it looks like a fetus hahaha) and chuckling at the odd wipe-outs on a bike or skateboard. I know i shouldn't laugh but what can you do? Also being able to look out across the sea and seeing the curvature of the earth can tell you just how small you are. I say how wonderful the beach but I don't really agree with being attacked by a large flock of seagulls but you got to take the good with the bad.

I've been strolling through the north laine (and that not a spelling error) a lot, which are fulled with every kind of shop you can image. There this one shop called "Snoopers paradise" which is just full of second hand "stuff" and not just any "stuff" awesome "stuff" radical "stuff" and even retro "Stuff". You could dress you whole house with Snoopers "stuff" and your your-self. And it also were I found the best thing ever.... my £1 hat. Oh I love my one pound hat. Everything else is a blur except my £1 hat. I am officially obsessed with my £1 hat. Just thinking about my £1 hat gets me excited...but not in a creepy way...but even still I love my £1 hat!!!

Oh the eccentrics, as Rowen says, every type you can imagine. Big hair, bright hair, spiked hair, slick hair, tight jeans, bagging jeans, striped, poke-a-dotted, multi colored jeans, emos, skaters, goths, pucks, hipsters and of all ages and races, and all smushed into the town of Brighton. And that's only a small dent into the styles of Brighton.

The other night I went out with Rowen and two of her friend, Damion and Neal, to The Interstella Circus. With cup of soup in hand I was hoping for a good show. But with the entrance of the MC and his bad poetry I was ready to hide in my cup, I suppose thats because he wasn't much of a master....of anything really. Some of the individual act raised me from my cup, but the compere was not the ideal gel to stick it all together, he was more like school PVA glue, watery and makes one hell of a mess. I found I was enjoying the acrobatics the most with genuine cheers coming from my mouth. With a bit more variety and some different glue they would have a great show. But this was my introduction to a tacky sea side circus and I enjoyed every minute of it. All but the woman who sung a song about crazy horses who sounded like a horse which left us buzzing red crosses "Britten's got talent" style.

I have enjoyed my time in Brighton and I'm sad its coming to an end but I will definitely be back for more of the Brighton experience. And who knows I might find a new £1 hat!!!