novemeber 28, 2001 -

smash, crash and landing and taking off again soon who knows for sure but without a pocket full of pretty green it might be difficult.. but all the thing we did and sights we saw and the non stop fun we had.. i will never be able to beat this thanksgiving. and how thankful am i that i was able to go over to her seaside town camp as it may seem (the hairdresser)... rain poured down but didnt ruin our parade to her house and her warm kitchen and plastic stars and cozy room of picutres and a burnt yellow tai chi bed.. too excited to rest. dry off and go out for the first view of brighton and what a sight it was.. lanes that i miss more and more everyday. cobblestone and brick everywhere and cramped buildings jam-packed next to one another. these brightly painted shops held our attention for most of the day and then the food did as well. moo moo cow.. is what i call it.. and what i ate was the best hummous bagel ever. and from what sophie says the most delicous strawberry shake.. and then a tour of the pavillion and pier and arcade and dancing above the waves of the englishh channel and then back home for a rest until the most sensational movie of the season came on at 6.. and what wonderful housemates suds has.. imagine the most friendly, funny, and welcoming... what i would do to live with those people.. and harry potter was next on our ever-changing agenda.. and how perfect and to the point and every page of the book was followed and the actors and the effects and thats why it beat star wars in sales.. cause it rocks.. and then we swing down the twisting roads to a upstairs bar with an empty dancefloor and velvet noise coming outta the speakers... then some radio, live transmission and the rest was a dancing mess of carling and white stripes and breeders and strokes and cure and no order. and to tired to continue we glide up the streets past that olde church and onto park cresent road and sleep..

black friday was made for london town... pictures taken for my mother at big ben, westminster abbey, buckingham palace, trafalgar square, national portrait gallery, and the like.. then a hop skip and jump down to soho. carnaby street to be exact and the sun goes down and selectadisc and a rough time findind rough trade records.. home to the moldy peaches, strokes, and hope sandoval & the warm intentions.. only 7"'s were bought this trip and each one of them are bits of suds and me and the rainy streets of london.. down to oxford circle where dancing midgits gained our attention with wheels and the thong song... and mobs of tourists wait on line for movies about wizards hopefully.. we make our way back to the underground for a train to victoria station fully equipped with a cheese shop and ribena.. so we wait for late trains with unclaimed bags that are left behind..and we are in brighton after a fit of narcolepsy on my part.. sleep..

saturday came and breakfast of champions came with it.. little cafe with veggie sausages and eggs and best potatoes that side of the atlantic... and hair chop for sophie and bangs and glamour magazine with britney on the cover and a record shop with way too many 80's records and books about bloomsbury for bo.. and the lanes and such and indian take away with vegetable biryani and chicken masala. and blind date and pop idol. then off to the theatre to watch the an emotional movie about suffocating female relations.. fully equipped with a knock out soundtrack. depeche mode, echo and the bunnymen, daniel miller.. and posters of mr ian curtis and unknown pleasures and my favorite banshee.. me without you was the name of this film and it was made in brighton and sussex university where ms. mol studies her american literature.. and then a fast paced walk back to apartment of smog and incense.. and sleep..

sunday comes along again.. this time a trip to sainsbury and preparation to meet the parents of the beautiful suds.. mum and dad arrive only to wisk us away to lewes.. a town once home to thomas paine.. the american revolutionary.. how fitting that i ate my thanksgiving dinner there.. and then back to the pissing outside and a trip to marks and sparks... and more record shops in the lanes.. and a cafe down the street that suds to luba and tanya to.. chips and salsa that was sweet and garlic filled for our tummies.. and back home to gather supplies to write letters at food for friends where herbal tea warmed us and a desire for indian food forced us to leave and get yet another take away at an even better resturant.. veggie curry this time but the same for suds.. and this time listening to sunday love lines on radio one in the kitchen... "good advice," we agree.. and trot off to the teevee room - the 100 best movies of all time captures our attention until sophie calls lj for an apology and explanation as to why we didnt head to reading that day... a talk and a rest for tomorrow/s early departure to gatwick aeroport..

monday monday, cant trust that day..waking up with no sun is strange but it must be done and a taxi arrives and a quick breakfast of rock cake and stuffed pastry with chicken (?) .. and cadbury's hot choc for bo.. four stops till gatwick and foot fight.. and a misunderstanding as to where to queue up lands us upstairs in a mini mall. last minute shopping.. boots, cadbury, virgin, and a warner brothers shop, with an expensive buttercup doll.. no tears this time and a fast flight with kanasas graphic design major next to me who also ordered the vegetarian lunch..

now no funswick tries to compete with the dreamland called brighton (the corners).. and it cant.. a trip is in store so stayed tuned for more english rants and raves dear reader.. until then check out champagne kiss - on troubleman unlimted..