On Missing Brighton

Seeing as I am promoting this blog only via facebook at the moment, I thought I'd write a few lines on missing my home town. This makes thematic sense, in case you were wondering, because as facebook-based chums, I'd like to reveal a little of myself to you. Also, I don't want to reveal too much. This is of course because you are facebook chums.

Missing somewhere a bit, as I am, conforms to the 'rules of the schoolyard'. I forget at which number on Homer's list it places... but there weren't too many in there anyway. This is not the Greek writer of Odysseys we are talking. You knew that obviously, but anyway it's this:

'Never say anything unless you are sure everyone else feels the same way first.'

Well, no-one is going to pour scorn on that sentiment, that's the point I'm making. It's not too revealing. I miss my hometown a bit and have been busy with a kind of cabin fever, living away from the fresh air and the blue sight of the sea. Even at University remember, there were always summers spent back home - long summers down by the sunny sea, having a beer and all that by the stones and beneath the seagulls. I feel pretty deprived. The visits I made during summer were of course extra wonderful and pleasant as they had the flavour of something rare and special, so it wasn't all bad. I hope I'm not just staying in Manchester to make the return home all the sweeter... though I am a bit like that, I confess.

But actually, I consider Manchester home by this point. I am enjoying it here. I am developing myself, my life and so on as one hopes to, and the company of Chris (landlord, poet, friend) is not half bad. He doesn't complain too much when I smoke in my bedroom, so he wins points there for starters. Not that I do it often... Respect.

So it's Ok, Manchester is a pretty cool city (with that BIG CITY feel... just about) and there is plenty to see and do - though you have to pay a bit more attention to do it than in Brighton, which is all pretty much conglomerated within a mile radius and don't try to pretend that it's not. This is part of it's utter big town / small city, seasidey, charm. Hence, I miss it, just a little bit.

It'll always be there for me, Brighton, unlike my hair - though that is holding on valiantly as my mid-twenties concede to the late ones. Well done hair. So here we are, law of the playground respected, a tiny little piece of me and blog for you to sup upon. Less sprawling than the last two as well. More Brighton this one, to their previous, unwieldy and large Manchester. Neat, huh!

And finally... the question remains. Why so cagey? What was all that about the law of the playground, we are all adults and anyway, why bring it up at all?! If you hadn't, we wouldn't be thinking about it anyway, idiot! Well that, is as may be - but it's part of the experience that I prune the appropriate flowering branches for display on the leafy bloggering table, and it seemed an interesting part of the enterprise to consider. And revealing oneself... well that dangerous sweetness is what it is all about, and for now, here we are.


Gavin H. Prior esq etc etc