I emotionally flopped about a bit as a cod out of water. While traveling, I’ve learned it’s often best to “While in Pevensey, do as the Pevense’ers do,” so I gave in and bought myself a pint of Guiness. Things lightened up a bit and I wandered through the crowd on my own. I began to recognize that drinking is simply the culture here which gave me more compassion for those I saw, for they, at least in part, are simply reflections of the greater culture as a whole. It reminded me of the poem “Please Call Me By My True Names” by Thich Nhat Hanh which he wrote after reflecting on a 12 year old refugee who was raped by pirates. He comes to recognize that if he had been born in the same fishing village as the pirate 25 years prior, that he may very well have become that pirate and raped that small girl.
I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea
and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and
As I wandered, I saw a t-shirt with the word “finchurch” on it. Not knowing what it was, it only vaguely registed in my memory. When I saw a second finchurch shirt about 20 seconds later, it reminded me of the memory game kids play where you turn up one card on a table and then turn up one other card trying to find it’s mate. If you are successful you can remove the two cards from the table, I quickly and successfully searched for the first shirt and giggled with the thought that perhaps by finding matching t-shirts in the crowd I could remove all of these drunken people two by two. If only I could find mates to the “Drunk and Fun,” “Pevensey is a small drinking village with a fishing problem,” “Drinks Well With Others,” or “Human Guinea Pig, testing in progress” t-shirts, I could slowly begin the reclamation and rehabilitation necessary for this seaside entrapment.
- Dancing contests where the winner is the one who spills the least beer
- An inordinate number of people on crutches, assumed to be from drinking related injuries
- A man wearing suspenders with the straps in front secured more toward the center so that his pants could proudly support his promontory of a belly
- A not-so well-kempt woman wearing suspenders, not over the shoulders, but rather draped down from her belt line, appearing as some divinely intervening chastity belt
- Keg rolling races (see above)
- Batter fried sausages for sale – Wisconsin and it’s deep fried cheese curds has nothing on this place
- The more men drink, the more likely they become to kiss each other on the head
- England has a higher proportion of strange appearing facial features than other countries around the world. This is clearly because the Darwinian selection process based on attractiveness of a mate has been effectively switched off for millenia due to alcohol overuse