Maybe it's just a case of familiarity breeds contempt? Have lost count of the number of times, three at least this year alone, where you're chatting to someone on a plane or booking into holiday accommodation, and the person you're chatting to's eyes light up when you say you're from Brighton...
Brighton's manky but then always has been. Was positively DICKENSIAN in the 70s and 80s, tho never really noticed it at the time. Still love the place dearly, but it's all about the stupid level of unrestricted private cars being given Soviet-style party member precedence over ordinary people...