A couple of weeks ago I was in Brighton, UK. Nice place. Nice accents. Subtle, smooth and refined. Just english enough, not too English. The week before I was in Canterbury. That was even more smooth, like royalty whispering sweet nothings to you while you sleep. The week before that I was in Liverpool and that was like walking into another language entirely. I had to switch my brain into accent mode to understand what anyone was saying. Heavy r’s, distorted inflection and brutal spittle-infused sentences.
Here are some photos I took wandering the streets of Brighton. The train station, the famous Brighton Pier (birthplace of fish and chips), and general street existence.
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Vince
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