Wait, is it Winter or Summer Time?

While in Brighton I finally hunkered down and tried some English specialties, including bangers and mash, as well as the full English breakfast. Maybe because I was anticipating the worst, or maybe because I was starving both times, it really wasn't too bad at all. I really enjoyed the breakfast, due to my lack of dinner, or maybe because I was expecting it to be so much worse. It was generally what you would get in the states as far as how it was cooked. The strange part was the combination if foods. It came with 2 fried eggs, cooked over-medium which was more done than I had anticipated. It also had a side of baked beans, that tasted ok, but really catsupy as well as 3 triangles of had browns, a grilled tomato, mushrooms, sausage, and toast.  All that and a cup of English tea for a whopping £3, I was more than satisfied and full.

The bangers and mash wasn't as good as the breakfast, it just seemed more bland, with less variety. It came with three massive sausage links, served over a huge pile of mashed potatoes, with peas and topped with gravy, that tasted like barbecue sauce. It was ok, it filled me up, and now I can say I've had bangers and mash. 

Going to the post office this morning I wasn't sure if I was even in a post office. The post offices I've seen haven't contained any post office boxes, and inside is more of a gas station convenience store with a window at the back where you can mail big packages. I saw one in Belfast that was exactly the same and I thought it was one of a kind. 

Last night I did homework to pass time, but I ended up meeting a really nice hair dresser from London. He has just gotten back from south east Asia, where he lived and cut hair for the past two years. He didn't want to go back to London, but wanted to move back to England to be closet to family, so he decided to open up a studio in Brighton. I was teasing him saying that to work in London he must be a great hairdresser, and he told me he charged about £200 for a haircut, and it only went up from there. It got us on the topic of hair, and he studied under one of the most well known hairdressers (I don't even know who it is) and he's been doing hair for about 9 years now, and he's only 27. I'm sure my hair looks like some kind of hot mess to him but I'm trying to grow it out, and I won't give into the temptation of cutting it, even though he's cutting someone else's hair latter on tonight for something to do. I also met an english chef that's moving to Brighton and he's staying at the hostel until he finds a flat, and he talked about how much he loves Mexican food, which makes me curious as to what his definition of Mexican food is. While talking to him, he also confirmed the fact that all Poms (a nickname like yank but the British version) think that the second they step into the U.S. they will be shot. They all seem so obsessed with our gun laws, and most of them think they are crazy. I have met a few that like our gun laws, but they were in the army so they are familiar with guns. 

Sitting out in front of the water on the hove side of Brighton there are very few people out, and it's so cold it makes me feel like it's winter, I'm curious what this place is like in the winter. It's the 2nd of July and its dead, and cold. 

It ended up raining on me today and I'm still suffering from a sickness, I ended up buying cold medicine so I'm staying in and trying to rest up and get better. The medicine here seems oddly cheap, only £2 for caught medicine and 30p for a pack of lozenges.