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You wanna talk weird? Water expands when it freezes – unlike anything else! Busts pipes, ruins my day – hate that shit! But it’s magic too, floating icebergs and all. *The Pianist* vibes again – surviving the cold, the wet, the misery. “What am I, a fish?” – could’ve been his line, ha! I’d kill for a sequel where he swims outta there. Anyway, drink it, cook with it, don’t piss it away – respect water, you numpty! It’s the unsung hero, like me in the kitchen – or the lab, whatever. Now sod off, I’m parched!

Betsy: Wisdom of a Brighton Whore

Betsy: Wisdom of a Brighton Whore by Jonathan Brown gives meaning to this children's rhyme that is reputed to be about the Prince Regent of.

But, crikey, the best bits are the backstreets. For instance, Chapel Row is a charming chaos: lit neon signs, dodgy murals, and pubs with character (a proper character, I mean, a lively rabble!). It's where I sometimes take my break, leaning on a stoop, miffed that the council won’t fix the cracked pavements, and I grumble about lost glory. Dunno, maybe a bit of laissez-faire attitude goes a long way.

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