Find yourself another seaside retreat because this one is full, spilling over really, and your wallet will empty faster than the away section of Arsenal fans at White Hart Lane after another thumping victory. Don't get me wrong Brighton is a fantastic city but at 3 pounds a pint, rents that put all but Chelsea to shame, and an increasing squeeze on the turf of the artisans this is not Blackpool. Take a day trip or spend a weekend in blissful retreat but seek your secret garden elsewhere. Saying that, after a weekend you might not be able to resist the thought of a London home away from home. Just make sure you have your baby carriage full and a little weasely dog on a leash. Or at least a baby on a leash. The young profesional and hedonists who flocked here in the nineties have all grown up. There still a load of fun but kind of like Fatboy Slim resident Norman Cook, they pick their spots these days.
Check out the photos in the Brighton album of the newly launched Chris Brauer Media Gallery for an idea of the attracting and sublime beauty of the place.
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