Good thread this, as you know I am no Shakin Stevens or shagged Leslie Ash up a back alley, and what I know about Denim and Brighton you could write on the back of a postage stamp and still have room for your shopping list. It might be a one man crusade for men of a certain age but I haven't worn jeans since 2009 and currently have eight pairs of cords, I have resisted cutting slits in to the bottom so the third stripe will never be fully shown, I don't want to be considered as the 2020 version of Showaddywaddy. Been to Brighton a few times but the strongest memory was from Jan 89, We won Bairdy scored twice in the FA Cup, 16 of us went down in a van from Bradford, I didn't have a ticket and with a few more broke in to a massive empty house being renovated overlooking the ground, had a great view out of the attic, brilliant view of one of the goals, few more followed and despite requests to be silent the neighbours soon rang the police. Up they turned with dogs sweeping and clearing the house. A bit of a shock to one lad who was trying to have a shit in a wardrobe only for the door to be flung open by a dog handler who then shouted " Get out of there you dirty Northern Cunt, it's not fucking Narnia ".
We regrouped and thought we'd had a good day looking forward to going back to our digs and having a night out in Brighton. We had a drink in a pub near the ground, waited till the crowd died down and started to walk back, in the distance about forty lads started singing and chanting, we thought they were Leeds but as they got closer we could tell they were Brighton picking off stragglers. 16 against 40 but we still fancied our chances, we retreated to two flights of ten steps. ( For anybody that knows it they were like the steps up from The Smithy at the side of Sunwin House featured in the film Billy Liar at the side of Shadracks )
Because of our height advantage from the steps we gave a good account of ourselves and backed them off . Next thing behind us I heard screeching and yelping from Black Marias and Dog Vans, they separated us and we sloped off victorious back to the B&B. We had a good night out in Brighton, made sure we had our full English that we'd paid for next morning. Then we went for a walk on the front to clear our heads before setting off back and then suddenly crunchingly out from under the pier come four geezers in Speedos, Flippers,Rubber Caps and Goggles flicking the pebbles away from the "beach" It was January they dived in to the sea and started swimming, Good luck to them hope they are all still well and healthier than me.
Great weekend BUT sting in the tail was coming home, laughing, showering, nightcap, putting on News at Ten and realizing that an aeroplane Kegworth Air Disaster had crossed the M1 20 minutes after we had passed it sobered me up straight away.
Milk
Bread
Beans
Havinalaugh & Argus
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