An Insider’s Guide to the North Laine

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“A visit to Brighton comprised every possibility of future happiness” Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice


So, firstly – what’s the difference between the lanes and laines? Anyone?

I’m probably teaching grandma how to suck eggs but, hey, in case there’s anyone out there who’s a bit cloudy on the difference (and, in fairness, it is a bit of a head-melt), here’s an overview:

The lanes are the quaint little passageways that live between North Street, East Street and Ship Street. This, according to ‘Brighton; A Very Peculiar History’ is the oldest part of our beloved city. What used to be a fisherman’s hang-out is now a popular spot for some of Brighton’s best bars, eateries and shops. If you stroll along the lanes at night, pretty fairy lights dot the alleyways and you’ll feel like you’ve accidentally slipped into Neverland, well that’s how I feel after a drink!

The Laines, however, refer to something else. In Medieval times, the surrounding downs and fields were divided into five Laines: North, West, East, Little and Hilly. The North Laine, our current area of focus, sits in that special place between the railway station and North Street.

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We may as well begin our journey at the station.

Once the barriers have eaten your ticket, exit right and curve around so you end up walking under the bridge and downhill into Trafalgar StreetBanksy has been known to make an appearance along this stretch and a famous piece of his, adorning The Prince Albert pub, was removed and sold recently; even minus a Banksy, the surrounding brickwork is usually donned with impressive graffiti art.

Half-way down this strip, you’ll find a gem of a café. HelmSton, described as serving “friendly folk food”, is a delight. My nearest and dearest Brighton buddies all shouted out this place when I asked for suggestions… and they were spot on. The food is delicious; fresh and healthy, as well as being vegan / veggie (and pretty much every-dietary-intolerance) friendly. As I sat waiting for my food, I heard a lady in the queue say to the waitress: “I love this place, it’s so cute… such good vibes“. I hadn’t even mentioned I was writing an article: says it all really.

Turning south into Sydney Street, you’ll be graced with an abundance of vintage markets and leather shops.

There’s no other place I’d rather be based than the North Laine; the creative vibes here are like nowhere else,” commented Posh Totty’s Alice Rivers Cripps as I scouted around her original hand-stamped, personalised jewellery shop. “There are so many independent shops and this really draws people in. It’s such a great curation of independent design and I think shoppers really value that. Brighton is a creative town, full of makers.

Once you’ve shopped yourself silly, refuel on a snack at the Flour Pot Bakery, and wash down the yumminess with a drink at The Office. You’ll barely have to move between the two; my kind of indulgence!

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Next stop Kensington Gardens.

But first, be sure you pop into Molly’s Vintage on the corner of Tidy Street.

There such a great selection of vintage clothing in Brighton and the real epicentre of all this is the North Laine, where the vintage scene is thriving,” said owner Molly Bray. “It’s a joy to have such a wonderful community of customers and neighbours, who share my love of vintage, right on my doorstep! The incredible variety of independent, creative businesses is what keeps the North Laine such an exciting and unusual area.

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There are vintage shops a’plenty in this part of town. Beyond Retro usually gets its fair share of attention (as well it should; it’s wicked) but definitely check out the smaller stores, like Molly’s in Sydney and All About Aud in Trafalgar.

If you end up in Kensington Gardens; it’s always rammed so be prepared for the crowds. This street is home to some truly wonderful eateries: Iydea and Wai Kika Moo Kau being two of the most yummy veggie joints my taste-buds have ever had the pleasure of experiencing. Try the tofu in Wai Kika; as a fully-fledged meat-eater, I was initially hesitant but the friendly waiter said he’d refund me if I didn’t like it… and, low and behold, he kept the money.

Prior to moving to Brighton two years ago, you’d NEVER see me in a veggie or vegan café. How things have changed… “

It’s along this stretch that you’ll also find the famous Snoopers Paradise; well worth hunting through for anything and everything, and make sure you dress up and take a pic of yourselves in the photo booth!

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Just down from Snoopers is Resident Records, which has recently expanded and is definitely worth a look. These guys also sell tickets to live music gigs in and around Brighton.

Brighton is the perfect place to visit for a spot of record shopping as we are lucky enough to still have a wealth of record shops, selling both new and second hand,” said Resident’s Natasha Youngs. “We are amongst a whole host of independent, interesting & individual businesses who collectively make Brighton a really exciting & vibrant place to shop”.

At the end of Kensington, you’ll see Brighton’s much-loved Infinity Foods: the UK’s leading wholesale distributors of organic and natural foods. If you’ve spent most of your life avoiding the kitchen (like me), then you’ll be amazed at the array of veg in there – I’ve been introduced to vegetables I never knew existed. Infinity: a whole new world. Shining, shimmering, splendid.

Parallel to Kensington Gardens is Upper Gardner Street.

This is quieter than its busy neighbour and the street is lined with independent markets and stalls. You’ll also find Silo situated here; a restaurant, coffee shop, bakery and brewery that was conceived from a desire to innovate the food industry whilst demonstrating respect for the environment and our bodies. All the furniture is upcycled and they enforce a zero waste policy. If that isn’t hip enough for you, the menu of this truly sustainable food business is exquisite. I practically dribbled over my dish.

Mosey on over to Gardner street.

Here you can enjoy the pleasure of making friends with Rolf from the Muppets – Rolf is a master pianist and he also gives out free hugs. What else do you need in life?

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In Gardner, you’ll also be serenaded by bird-song as (in)famous local Tim Bat aka Birdyman walks around selling bird whistles, and at the far side of the street there’s usually a live band / musical duo.

This street is also home to Komedia; Brighton’s premier live entertainment venue presents one of the largest, most diverse arts and entertainment programmes in the UK. “We love our home in the centre of the North Laine,” said Emily Coleman from Komedia. “It’s the perfect location, as well a friendly, welcoming and vibrant… a lot like us!

 Finally, it’s well worth mentioning the arts and culture hotspot that is situated towards the end of the North Laine.

If you haven’t visited the Royal Pavilion, then you haven’t lived… in Brighton. As a theatre buff, I’d also recommend you catch a show at the 208 year old Theatre Royal Brighton. As well as being recognised as the South Coast’s premiere venue, this is one of the oldest working theatres in the country.

In summary: Brighton’s North Laine is home to many creative creatures – musicians, artists, independent businesses and the residents themselves. The people in this part of town are so friendly; smiles will greet you left, right and centre! Visit the North Laine and you’ll have your pick of delicious cafes, cosy pubs, bustling bars, quirky shops and hotspots. There’s something for everyone in this part of town.

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The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time

In many ways, this play – this probe into the way these minds of ours work – is quite unsettling, yet strangely comforting at the same time. It’s comforting to know that we’re not alone in our somewhat blurry and confused states of being. And yet, it’s disconcerting to realise we’re all as lost as each other. In this topsy-turvy world, language is everything – but unfortunately, it’s not enough.

It’s never enough.

Curious Incident shines a light on the absurdities of humanity. We spend our lives desperately trying to understand each other and ourselves. To do so, we borrow the language of the ‘other’ so we can try – just try to begin to make sense of the nonsensical. We wait in line, patiently; we stand alone, until we’re able to partner up with an unknown, just to go for a spin and feel the heat of the spotlight, for a night. An incident. Trans. ‘incident – an instance of something happening’. A curious something.

But the ‘other’ – that void within our words; that emptiness behind our glazed eyes; that beat of silence between our proclamations; the stutters that surround our promises; the sound of a wine glass being replaced on a table when the last sip has been sipped and the conversation has faltered because the soundtrack has been switched – that ‘other’ is the reason we’re always alone. We can be surrounded by people and totally alone. Together alone.

We’re all misfits – just trying to find our footing on a ladder that leads to another somewhere.

It’s all cloudy.

It’s curious.

We are a mere incident.

Much like Jonathan.

If anything, his mind is the only thing that actually makes sense. He’s the heart of the metaphor, the scream behind the silence; his nightmare is our daydream.

(I’ve broken all the rules. This isn’t a review. I haven’t given you a synopsis. There is no ‘critique’. But sorry but you won’t find a hidden apology lurking underneath the surface).

Because Jonathan has reminded me how important the truth is – how the little things count. What’s more, he’s shown just how beautiful ‘simple’ can be. This play is a celebration of the simple, beautiful truth of life – and how we, through our fear of being vulnerable and visible, bury it – much like a dog would bury a bone. Or much like we would bury a dog.

How curious we are.

The fish?

Slipping. Slipping into – the… something. What was that – ? That thing – ? I watched that film – the one where she loses her mind. I don’t remember – you know the one, right? She’s only fifty. Sixty. No, fifty. Definitely fifty. Maybe younger. Shame. Isn’t it? Yes, such a shame. B vitamins. Apparently that helps. B12, I’m told. Or 5HT… HT… TCP? No, that never helps. HT…HT… And fish. The oils. Good for… something. She thought she was slipping. Slipping into – the… something. You know the something. Only forty years old. Such a shame. Isn’t it? The something. Oh that something? Yes, shame. A real shaaaaame. It was around the same time, I think – yes, the same time the fish lost it’s mind. Too much BT. At the same time. No, TCP. H-C-T-P-B-H-T-H-T. No. Something 12? What? Anyway. It slipped into the – what? The oil, so slippery. Slip – slip – slipping into the something. What was that thing – ? It slipped into? No. It had B vitamins – the fish was always going to be fine. But the girl – the woman – she slipped away into…

What was that – ?