Can it be a year already? Well, it isn’t really, but a year ago today I signed the papers and took a flat in my hometown of Brighton and even though I didn’t completely relocate until after Christmas, it’s pretty much one whole year. Wow. No regrets. I can hardly imagine moving back to the […]
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Overheard. Two men and a woman in a pub: both fancy their chances with her. There has been much flirtation and a bit of bawdiness. Woman: So you’re a plumber. Man 1: He’s a heating engineer, there is a different. Woman: (Chastened) Oh. How’s business? Man 2: Shit. Man 1: He’s going to become a
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Two men overheard on the London Bridge train as it waited to depart: – How was xx and xy’s wedding? – Not bad. But we had to buy our own booze. – Thought it was no expense spared? – Got fed. And a glass of champagne for the toast. – The way xy was talking,
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Waitrose on Western Road. The checkout lady asks me if I’ll need some bags. I ask for two. The woman in the queue behind me, the sort of forty-something social worker type who puts the ‘right on’ into Brighton tuts. She then chides me for not bringing reusable bags: ‘we all need to make small
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Three lads in the pub. Brighton boys. They all work in bookies shops. They talk about gambling, sharing stories of foolish punters. They boast about how much money they make from “idiots.” Soon they’re talking about Betfair, how successful and profitable it is, and how much they admire the founder Andrew Brown (sic). “What a
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The Brighton Trunk Murders are the stuff of legend. In Brighton, people still talk about the unrelated murders of two women whose remains were left in trunks in 1934. The crime involving the pregnant decapitated torso with ‘pretty feet’ was never solved. In the other case, Tony Mancini was acquitted of the murder of Violette
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St James’s Street. On my way home. About 11pm. A tall transvestite in a ginger wig with a thick belt round a long jumper is strutting along. She looks like Donna Noble. A group of three twittering, bickering discobunny gay lads are walking the other way, towards her. One of them spots her and smirks
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