I lived in Brighton during the late 70's up until the Mid 80's, as a student at the old Polytechnic to begin with, then stayed there after I graduated and started working in Haywards Heath.
I liked my time there, and have many happy memories.
Back in 2015, City were playing Crystal Palace over the Easter weekend down at Selhurst Park, so I thought it would be nice to visit the place after being away for 30 years, so I bought a ticket and booked a hotel for a couple of nights.
It was an interesting experience in many ways. We lived in Kemp town for a couple of years and it was, in those days, a bit of a down at heel place, but now it's full of window boxes with flowers on show.
It's changed in that regard, but while the buidings have stayed the same and haven't moved, my memory of where they were and how to locate them well and truly deserted me.
I was lost, in a City I knew so well 40 years or so ago, but I did, eventually, find a few old stomping grounds from the past.
The Lord Nelson, The Eagle, and The Basketmakers Arms in the North Lanes took me a while to find, and a pint of Gales HSB was as wonderful as I remembered, but one thing that hadn't changed was the determination from the bar staff you should fuck off as quickly as possible after the last bell had been rung, and it was just as unfriendly as I recalled.
It was quite odd after that, walking back to my hotel and seeing how quiet the place was compared to Manchester when it wasn't that late in the evening.