London: full of babyshit and cadbury eggs.
So I've officially been here for 2 months. 4 more to go.
I'm starting to like London, a little bit. I would like it a lot more if I was rich. There are a million ways to spend money here, and if you have it, and the time to blow, then London is heaven on earth.
London is ridiculous too. You go one block and you've gone from Victorian England to an ex-council slum where every store sign is written in either arabic, hindi or urdu.
I've gone to look at flats at night in neighborhoods, I found out later, were the homes of the terrorists who bombed the London Underground.
I could have lived in a neighborhood that was made famous by Jack the Ripper.
I don't want to appear racist, but it was an Indian co-worker at my job who told me that his neighborhood is so bad that you have to be careful when you walk down the street, not because you might get mugged, but because people are so lazy, and so used to unsanitary conditions that they throw dirty nappy's from their balcony to the street below. Walking down the streets of London you could get hit with baby shit.
Sometimes I watch the rats scurrying around on the tracks in the underground, then I turn and see a Cadbury Creme Egg vending machine (the only vending machines in the underground) and think, "now that's contrast."
This weekend I went to Oxford. I got a negative vibe. Too venerated and cold. Glad I wasn't good enough to go there.
I'm starting to like London, a little bit. I would like it a lot more if I was rich. There are a million ways to spend money here, and if you have it, and the time to blow, then London is heaven on earth.
London is ridiculous too. You go one block and you've gone from Victorian England to an ex-council slum where every store sign is written in either arabic, hindi or urdu.
I've gone to look at flats at night in neighborhoods, I found out later, were the homes of the terrorists who bombed the London Underground.
I could have lived in a neighborhood that was made famous by Jack the Ripper.
I don't want to appear racist, but it was an Indian co-worker at my job who told me that his neighborhood is so bad that you have to be careful when you walk down the street, not because you might get mugged, but because people are so lazy, and so used to unsanitary conditions that they throw dirty nappy's from their balcony to the street below. Walking down the streets of London you could get hit with baby shit.
Sometimes I watch the rats scurrying around on the tracks in the underground, then I turn and see a Cadbury Creme Egg vending machine (the only vending machines in the underground) and think, "now that's contrast."
This weekend I went to Oxford. I got a negative vibe. Too venerated and cold. Glad I wasn't good enough to go there.