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April 17, 2007

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Beth

Ohmigod I love bagels.

I used to work for a food supply company that supplied Momma Cherris. The woman who placed the orders was possibly the maddest woman I've ever spoken to. I've always meant to go and eat there and never have. I'll put it on the list.

Ariel

Eastbourne? God's Waiting Room! No wonder Brighton does it best... By the way, I have now got my mitts on a copy of Magnolia on your recommendation. So watch out Denise the piece, there might be some forthcoming wordsmithery about you...

Marcos

oh dear timbo, I know what you're trying to do here but it's not gonna work: you want everyone to stop going to brighton so you can have it to yourself. I'm afraid when I used to live in London I was known to spend the odd weekend there, adding to your distress, I'm sure. I think it's a really cool city and I even like that 'blot on the town's civic pride' that is the broken pier.

beth, where's momma cherry? I wanna go too!

Marcos

p.s. did you work out what my 'satan' comment 'means' yet?

Timbo

Beth - Oh yes, they make some tasty nosh.

Ariel - Good work! I shall wait eagerly for your, erm, thingy.

Marcos - I have to try. And yes, the pier does have a certain attractive quality, but it's upsetting that what was such a beautiful piece of architecture is basically being left to rot.

And yeah, I worked it out innit. Tis back to front and front to back and basically rather frigging clever. Very good my old cheese!

Mr.X

Ah Eastbourne. The epitome of blue rinses.
But sorry, we still go to Brighton if we want the sea. Please excuse us for cluttering your town up.

But we've never got drunk or anything in Brighton, and in fact never done anything even remotely remotely bloggable there. Ever.

We're good, really.

as

as an ex-eastbournian (me ancestors are still there), i must inform you that they don't bury the dead, they simply line 'em up at bus stops.

brighton rocks, my israeli missus likes it, especially the lanes. i reckon that if we ever move back to blighty, we'll be living (surviving?) in brighton.

Spanish Goth

Well, according to Wiki-woo.....
BRIGHTON...
"It is often referred to as "the gay capital of Britain"."

so there - Carry on Camping

Timbo

Mr.X - Apparently Bournemouth has a nice beach. Hastings is rather pretty too. Wink wink, nudge nudge.

as - Surviving is about right.

Spanish Goth - That's the only reason we moved here of course, to play the field!

Mr.X

Ah, but Bournemouth hasn't got any decent pubs, churches, or old buildings. At all. As TLL and ourselves found out when we went down there for a few days in March.

Have to look at Hastings for a, ahem, 'mini-break', though...

Ariel

Hastings is a bit of a dump frankly.

clarissa

hey -- someone else on my list of bloggers was in eastbourne this weekend!!! her dad drover her down.... are you leonie's dad???

Timbo

Well Mr.X, Ariel seems to know what she's talking about, and since my only experience of Hastings was traipsing round a big field at the age of 13 on a bloody hot day, I would be tempted to take her word over mine.

Clarissa - Not the last time I looked, no. Eastbourne is the new Brighton is the new London, you just watch.

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