Bright Lights, Big City

I don't like London. It makes me feel dirty. I feel like I should shower three times a day to wash the filth from my skin. I hate getting the tube, a tin can filled with heaving and sweating bodies; everybody stony faced and angry, determined to get to their next destination. It makes me feel anonymous, but not the pleasant sort of anonymity that I experienced whilst in Prague; it's uncomfortable. No one cares about anyone else. No one stops to help anyone else, everyone has to be somewhere, always to be somewhere else.

So.... I've decided to move to London for the summer. This is partly for financial reasons and partly because I quite like the idea of being swallowed and uncomfortable for a while. I'm very settled in Newcastle, everything shimmies along in a straight line; time for a kick up the arse. Also I'm looking forward to spending the summer with my very dear (and very smelly) friend Fay who's been living in London for a year now and it's about time she had someone to have some fun with.

London also has great potential for pissing people off. People in Newcastle are generally laid back and friendly and a bit of street nonsense doesn't get to them but the looks of disgust that myself and Fay have been given recently for just having some fun are priceless. I would like to argue that taking random 'artistic' photographs down each others tops while on the tube is perfectly acceptable but Londoners do not seem to agree. Needless to say, I'm going to enjoy the looks of disgust and hatred that I recieve. If people can't enjoy being idiots, or even watching people making fools out of themselves then they need to get to the nearest hospital and get the very large log extracted from their arse.

10 days to pack and then off I go....

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