iceLife The half heard mutterings of a Kiwi a long, long way from home.

This weekend Jo and I stole off to Brighton for the weekend.
Our Irish friend Peadar also came down to help keep us entertained.

We had a great relaxing weekend and it was over too soon. We went down to see Fulham play Brighton in a pre-season friendly on the Friday night, so we jumped on the train straight after work.

Other highlights included

• finding a GREAT wee bar, the Fish Bowl, that had party DJs playing on the Friday night and a cosy wee atmosphere
  
• finding a hard rock club night, the Engine Room, stashed in a basement down by the waterfront (any DJ that plays W.A.S.P. is a friend of mine!)
• realising Brighton has an active small boat sailing club (you mean I could live near London and sail too?!?!), and
  
• getting just a touch sunburnt on the beach on Sunday.

Lots of fun. As often happens to Londoners who go to Brighton on the weekend, we came back with plans to up sticks and move there as soon as we can! And maybe we will... but that commute is hard to get your head around. Also - perhaps the magic of Brighton is in part due to it not being where we live? It can't be a sunny party town all the time. Can it?