As it happens, sometimes one goes to Brighton to support Boyfriend and his band, comes back knackered and needs something to eat pronto.
Well, as usual, Italians come to the rescue (forgeet abowt eet)…Have you ever heard of spaghetti aglio, olio e peperoncino? It’s the easiest thing you can make in 7 minutes and tastes freaking delicious. Especially after you spend over an hour on the train with sad looking people in suits.
Anyway, Brighton…I like it. I know it feels like a poor version of San Francisco with their own weirdos, retired hippies, colourful youngsters and music scene booming, but hey. Everyone gets the San Francisco they deserve and I like the one I can afford.
So I was having a romantic afternoon with Boyfriend walking the streets and the Pier, holding hands, having dinner and wine, etc. Then I had the pleasure of going to Boyfriend’s band’s gig…
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