I’ve been in London for the past two weeks. Work experience. Which has been fun – and the whole London thing is beginning to grow on me. At first I found it quite depressing, getting in when it’s dark, spending far too much time holed up on the tube and battling masses of people, all as intent in getting to their destination as you are.
However, I also love the lights, the action, the sense of urgency, which is both as addictive as it is exciting. That said, I could never live in the big smoke unless I was utterly in love with my job. And paid a lot to do it.
Give me a London which lets me go for long walks in Richmond Park or along the Embankment every weekend, and gets me out and about the city during the week, taking photographs and speaking to interesting people. Give me a London that doesn’t consist solely of staying in a tiny flat on the weekends, recovering from the mother of all hangovers.
Not that I’m against partying, though. Not at all. In fact, give me a London where I can go to gigs at least every month, and visit the Ministry, Pasha, Koko or Fabric as often as possible. I want to visit exhibitions and shop to my heart’s content at Camden market.
Thing is, the poor man’s London can become nothing more than a blur of subways, hours at the office and a few small hours at home in front of the telly watching I’m a Celebrity – please kill me before I make more of an arse of myself, or subject you to truly awful TV.” Or something like that, anyway.
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Yes - you need to be really rich to make the most of this and other big cities.
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