I’m in a hotel room in Regency Square. It was cheap last minute on Booking.com. I’m here in Brighton to take Lou’s car in for MOT and she has a stable catsitter at home at moment. Tessy is fragile and the catsitter is important for Lou’s stability right now when many aspects of her existence are in flux. I would sooner not make any disruption to her existence. So I booked this room. I’m at the back. Were I at the front I’d be able to see this:
This is an evil glowing crow in a top hat that reminds everyone in Brighton about greed.
Right now I think they call it the i360. The bassacred nature of Londoners is partly to blame for it. They put up that stupid millennium wheel and somehow it filled a gap and we kinda loved it and kept it and now it’s the London Eye. So… Brighton council spent all the money on god’s earth (like over 30 million) for this thing to be made by the same lot. Somehow they got away with it once. But honestly, no, not twice, it was never going to work here, never. I expect it wasn’t meant to either – there are many ways of getting public money into private pockets – look at Trump. Locals call it “the cock ring”. It’s a shaft. It sits there doing the evil crow until some idiot pays and then a ring slides up and down the shaft and the people in it see a tiny bit more sea and drink a bit more champagne and congratulate each other. Quod est interius, est sicut exterius. On the inside they masturbate. On the outside they masturbate.
Leads me to wonder what has happened in this hotel room, which has a very old two poster bed. I expect there’s been plenty of all sorts here at this price. There’s not much floor outside the bed. All I need is what I have. I’m here for two nights. Very odd to be in this town without Lou, but even though it is only two hours drive, it is still two hours drive and it feels like I want to justify it rather than just serve needs. So I’m gonna hang out by the seaside.
AlBarclay 