Planning an event in Brighton should be as exciting as the city itself. Whether you’re celebrating a milestone birthday, an engagement, or just a long-overdue get-together with your favorite humans, the space you choose sets the entire frequency for the night. But here’s the problem: when you search for "free venue hire Brighton," you’re often met with a wall of

There is something inherently soul-soothing about sitting outside on a crisp Brighton afternoon, the sun dipping behind the Victorian rooftops of Fiveways, while you hold a glass of something cold, crisp, and independently brewed. It’s more than just a drink; it’s a moment of connection with the street, the neighborhood, and the community. At Lost and Found, we’ve always seen

Let’s be real for a second: Brighton is a city built on the bones of legendary parties. From the mod-filled alleys of the sixties to the beach-side raves of the nineties, we know how to throw down. But lately, finding the right party venue Brighton has started to feel a bit like a full-time job, and not a particularly fun

Let’s be honest: planning a party in Brighton can sometimes feel like a second job. You start with a vision of a warm, soulful gathering of friends, only to get bogged down in the logistics of sterile function rooms, eye-watering hire fees, and corporate beer contracts that make every bar feel exactly like the last one. At Lost and Found,

There is a certain magic that happens when the right people gather in the right space. We’ve all been to those parties: the ones that feel a bit "stiff," held in windowless hotel conference rooms or characterless corporate bars where the lighting is too bright and the beer is too forgettable. You know the feeling: you’re checking your watch, wondering

Let’s be honest: dating in 2026 is a bit of a slog. We’ve all been there, trapped in a digital purgatory of "Hey, how’s your Monday?" and "What do you do for fun?" for three weeks, only to meet in person and realise within thirty seconds that the vibe is doing absolutely no heavy lifting at all. It’s exhausting. It’s

Let’s be honest for a second. We’ve all been there. It’s 2 AM on a Sunday morning, you’re standing in a sticky-floored club somewhere in central Brighton, ears ringing from a bassline that’s more "industrial drill" than "musical masterpiece," and you’re wondering: Is this actually fun? For years, the Saturday night bender was the undisputed heavyweight champion of the social

There is a shift happening on the streets of Brighton. If you’ve spent any time walking up Ditchling Road toward Fiveways lately, you’ll have felt it. It’s a quiet revolution, one poured pint by pint, served not by a corporate machine, but by people who actually care about what’s in your glass. The era of the "generic pint" is fading.

There is a shift happening on the streets of Brighton. If you’ve spent any time walking up Ditchling Road toward Fiveways lately, you’ll have felt it. It’s a quiet revolution, one poured pint by pint, served not by a corporate machine, but by people who actually care about what’s in your glass. The era of the "generic pint" is fading.

The final whistle has blown at the Amex. Whether we’re celebrating a last-minute screamer, dissecting a tactical masterclass, or drowning the sorrows of a VAR decision that went the wrong way, there is one universal truth in this city: the match isn’t over until you’ve had a proper pint. If you’re heading back from the Brighton vs. Wolves clash today,