I'm sorry, I've almost certainly started threads like this before, but after two days in that London (where I lived quite happily in my twenties) my thoughts as a man in his forties, now living in a village in Lancashire where the streetlights go off at 8pm and you can hear the sparrows farting in the morning, remain, in no particular order:
1. Bloody hell, it's noisy.
2. Bloody hell, it's crowded.
3. Bloody hell, it's dirty.
4. Bloody hell, it's expensive.
And points 1 and 2, in particular, seem much more so every time I go there. I was on a tube from Pimlico to Euston earlier, at about 2pm, and it was crammed full. It wouldn't have been like that, at that time, ten years ago. It would have have been just you and the driver. Is that a consequence of congestion charging, or simply the packing out of people living there?
No, I'm sorry, Londoners, you can have your massive property price increases, because I simply can't bear to spend more than about 48 hours in the place, nowadays.
1. Bloody hell, it's noisy.
2. Bloody hell, it's crowded.
3. Bloody hell, it's dirty.
4. Bloody hell, it's expensive.
And points 1 and 2, in particular, seem much more so every time I go there. I was on a tube from Pimlico to Euston earlier, at about 2pm, and it was crammed full. It wouldn't have been like that, at that time, ten years ago. It would have have been just you and the driver. Is that a consequence of congestion charging, or simply the packing out of people living there?
No, I'm sorry, Londoners, you can have your massive property price increases, because I simply can't bear to spend more than about 48 hours in the place, nowadays.
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