I was ripped untimely from the northern womb, leaving behind the best of my family. My parents settled in the south, which I hated. The north (especially my home town of Manchester) always seemed a million times more cool than anything southerners could muster. I got back there as much as I could until everyone died off. Having grown up surrounded by Thatcherites (love the Hesletine comment), I appreciate northerners immensely.
Good post. I liked this comment: "I like Hastings - it’s like Brighton was 25 years ago, before it became a suburb of London." I also lived in Brighton 1979-1980. Loved it but can't stand the town nowadays. And, yes, living and working in today's Hastings does remind me in some respects of my time in Brighton. I would hate for Hastings to become a "suburb of London." All the while we have a slow train connection with London, Hastings will not develop into another Brighton. The irony is that that's the good news and the bad news.
You and I have travelled the same roads and lived in the same places, and I suspect, at the same time, too, and much of what you say here resonates strongly with me, Richard.
I was ripped untimely from the northern womb, leaving behind the best of my family. My parents settled in the south, which I hated. The north (especially my home town of Manchester) always seemed a million times more cool than anything southerners could muster. I got back there as much as I could until everyone died off. Having grown up surrounded by Thatcherites (love the Hesletine comment), I appreciate northerners immensely.
Good post. I liked this comment: "I like Hastings - it’s like Brighton was 25 years ago, before it became a suburb of London." I also lived in Brighton 1979-1980. Loved it but can't stand the town nowadays. And, yes, living and working in today's Hastings does remind me in some respects of my time in Brighton. I would hate for Hastings to become a "suburb of London." All the while we have a slow train connection with London, Hastings will not develop into another Brighton. The irony is that that's the good news and the bad news.
As long as Hastings is still full of people like me, who can't really be bothered to walk down the hill most days - it will be fine.
You and I have travelled the same roads and lived in the same places, and I suspect, at the same time, too, and much of what you say here resonates strongly with me, Richard.
And I couldn’t agree more! With all of it…
Thank you!