Tacky Easter Weekend

So we visited Britain's premier seaside town over Easter. What was it like? Well it was like a British holiday town in Spain only without the Spanish. There were a lot of grumpy old Brits and a lot of tackiness (Brighton Pier is nothing but a glorified travelling amusement park that has taken root in the sea) but there was also some great food and good theatre.




We stayed in an hotel smack bang in the middle of the gay village. Surprise! (wave hands flagrantly) Not that Brighton needs a gay village; the whole place is a huge fag-fest. But it is so many other fests as well so all the festiness just blends in together and makes for a nice mix.

I could blather on about what we did but there isn't much to tell because the weather was a little inclement. Instead you can see all the photos here.

Highlights included catching "Festen", a play based on the Dogme film of the same name, which was excellent, the interiors of the Royal Pavilion, which were as gaudy and austentacious as one would expect from the son of an inbred madman, and the delightfully downbeat nightlife, which was gay-tastic.

Oh, and the waiter at the Thai restaurant we ate at on Sunday night. He was really sweet but quite inexperienced. Inexperienced enough to place our old covered soup bowl on our table claiming it was our jasmine rice. His face when we called him over and opened it up was priceless.

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