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It Must Be Said That Brighton, Unlike London, Makes Driving Seem Very Appealing. Instead Of Glowering Faces And Angry Horns On All Sides, We Have The Coast Road In Front Of Us And The Sussex Downs Just 10 Minutes Behind Us.

As A Precocious Teen I Dreamed Of Being Graham Greene. Well, As It Turned Out, I Never Wrote A Great Novel, Sadly, And I Never Converted To Catholicism, Happily, But I Did Do One Thing He Did. That Is, In Middle Age I Moved To A Seaside Town And Got Into A Right Barney With The Local Powers-that-be.

Nicole Kidman In Particular Seems To Bring Out The Butt-kisser In The Sassiest Of Hackettes, As They Ceaselessly Strive To Portray Her As Some Sort Of Cross Between Mother Teresa And Marilyn Monroe.

I Don't Have A Spiritual Bone In My Body; But What I Am, Is Religious.

I Know That Brighton Is Famously A Mixture Of The Seedy And The Elegant, But In The Summer Of 2001 Seediness Swamped Elegance Hands Down.