So unique it deserves its own national status.
London/Brighton is like the LA/San Fran comparison.
Brighton hasn't got a hope in hell of competing with London in the music/nightlife stakes - so it doesn't try to.
Instead, Brighton is like a middle class hippy haven. When I lived there in the late 90s it was still a really sweet town and had a really creative, crusty edge. There's still echos of that in the North Laine which beats the pants off anywhere in London for relaxing with an al fresco cappucino.
Since the property boom its become a destination for rich commuting Londoners which has changed the city dramatically. For instance, happening bars were bought by chains, the fringe festival is less chaotic and really regimented and Pride day has been fenced in and charged for.
...but the payoff is that there's loads of new developments and cultural centres popping up everywhere (like the library area) - and the seafront on a sunny weekend is fantastic.
I love the community feel, the fact that all your mates are in the same place and the massive range of nice veggie restaurants and gastropubs. The gay bit is nice too - London has become a micro scene of various ghettos but Brighton is very mixed with people from all walks of life in the same space. Just don't expect anything other than chart remixes, cr@p house and naff drag cabaret (which I secretly love
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However - I don't think I'll ever move back.
I got ridiculously bored after six years. There's nothing going on at night and I began to notice a lack of spark in the people that lived there. It's a great place to convalesce, settle down and relax - but for all its community lovelyness it really does lack that aspirational quality that other places have.
Unless you're a freelancer, sole trader or a budding entrepreneur it's nigh on impossible to get anything beyond a dead end job in the ailing leisure industry. It pretends to be a media hub but I'm sorry...
The clubs are woefully studenty with the odd decent gig like Positive Sounds and it's generally impossible to pop out on a Sunday and find anything beyond tumbleweed - lest we forget, it's still a town with delusions of grandeur.
But if you get the bug I say goferit.