It's the end of another week and Spring is in the air. I sat in a friend's house this afternoon which has huge sache windows that look out over the sea. On a day like today it was mesmerising, and therefore impossible for me to avert my gaze away and pay attention to my friend!
I sometimes forget that Brighton is by the sea (of course the cackle of seagulls serves as a constant reminder) but my house is a good 20 minutes from the seafront and the mundane routine of daily life stops a lot of spontaneous sea trips. So seeing it today on a sun filled and beautiful evening was special and most of all calming. It set the mood for a bit of Spanish interpretation with two of my friends from class. We attempted a discussion on Politics which somehow frayed into a discussion on the strength of men's hands...which was just as absurd even when in context.
My friend has a little dog. He's very cute and, err, furry. I'm not good on dog breeds but he's definitely one of those furry ones. He was happily bounding about the flat very excited by the presence of two women but for some reason he was terrified of me. Peri told me that puppies are often scared of men because they're taller and have deep voices. I'm sure the fact that I am 4 days unshaven doesn't prohibit the 'ghoul' factor either. Peri, puppy's mummy, has a very funny book of different dog clothes that you can knit for them - having seen it I am inspired by future visions of canine catwalks. Some of the bling displayed in this book was daring and could quite possibly constitute cruelty to animals. What about the glittery pullover or the H+M style Alsatian slip? Well, personally the red dog poncho was my favourite as well as what I can only describe as the 'Poodle Puff'.
I have the house to myself which is a rare thing when you share with three others. No, I am not prancing around naked with Chaka Khan on. I am 'chillaxing' as the kids say these days. It's been a busy week and it's so nice just to chill out for a while and collect your thoughts. It's very possible when there's a lot going on to lose yourself slightly. You need to stop and remember who you are sometimes. It's usually in the pub but tonight I will read a book I WANT TO READ! that will be the best thing about graduating; reading all those books I've been meaning to read which are conveniently holding up my bed at the moment.
I can't get my head around Brighton sometimes. It is a great place, full of creativity, good live music and colourful people but at the same time, well, it can be a bit seedy. It's a funny place because it's a wealthy part of the country where the people who work commute up to London every day leaving behind a city where a 'no hurry' atmosphere takes hold. If you walk through the Laines on a weekday it's full of people wondering around with seemingly nothing to do. It's full of art students who can afford to be idle or shopkeepers smoking outside their stores which are themselves often brilliant but frankly, I don't see how they survive in an area where the rent must be extortionate.
Go down to the seafront and it really is a cheeky kiss-me-quick affair - the kind you only get in England. It's full of drugs, sex and students, Brighton. It's full of skinny-jean wearing indies, dredded eco warriors, boho mummies, old drag queens and Katie Price. A very unusual combination for such a small place! What a town...
It's now 9.15 - I'm going to have that bath and read this book. Thanks for reading and have a nice weekend.
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