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electric railwayOpened in 1883, Volk's Electric Railway is the 'world's oldest operating electric railway'
electric railwayOpened in 1883, Volk's Electric Railway is the 'world's oldest operating electric railway'
I remember that. Did you enter?
further to my previous post, it is still on the south coast
Fatboy Slim does the cabaret there on Fridays. Chris Eubank takes on all comers on Saturdays.
Oooh, out there tonight,,any ideas for a couplie night out. Staying on the front
Atomic SUplex are playing at the Prince Albert by the station.
Gen!!! Do i get to see the helmet
I've heard it's full of deviance.
My son lives in Brighton.
Brighton has an Albert pub Out of station then 'under' the road. Top of Trafalgar St. Got John Peedo Peel mural, plus Bankys snogging coppers.
I had a similar thing when I tried to find a pub in Soho on Google Street View recently. Place had changed so much I got lost.I'm not sure if it's depressing or pleasing when you read a thread about your home town, and realise that your knowledge is well out of date.
I'm thinking of moving down there - it's where I went to Uni and it's always been like a second home for me.
Was talking to my Gran on the subject, and she summed it up perfectly, she said:
"Brighton, is like a tonic".
And I was all a bit stunned at how simple and apt. It really is!
GuardianTourists have voted Brighton the country's worst holiday resort, accusing the town of being "too trendy" and too "full of bohemians and bad art"
Want to see the real Brighton? Take a wander up London Road (or Upper Lewes Road) past the Scope and Pound Stretcher shops all the while dodging the vicious packs of alcoholics enthusiastically exchanging abuse near Greggs; all this barely a five minute walk from the main railway station.
Or, shuffle like a zombie through the crowded North Laines while bitter Arts graduates from the 90s sit in their tiny shops smirking while tourists pay £40 for a t-shirt as they adjust their post-post-post ironic trilbys.
Alternatively, wander through Kemptown (incredibly compared with SF) where the first thing you will witness is the chaos outside the Morrissons. Otherwise it's the usual pseudo-trendy £4.50 a pint bars full of blokes in skinny jeans, sneering locals and confused tourists wondering why they paid in advance for their £150 a night 'boutique' hotel.
Other than this Brighton hosts the familiar and terrifying street full of paralytic and punchy stag/hen nights, endless independent shops who eschew a business plan for simply putting a 400% markup on everything they sell, house prices that would make Roman Abramovich think twice, a congestion and parking situation comparable with New York and Steve fucking Coogan. If this is your thing then enjoy.
Brighton sucks. It's a grubby, windy town populated by a bunch of rahs and a bunch of angry white-flighters. It's overpriced and sickeningly self-satisfied.
Not that I have much of an opinion.