The smell is in the air, its the smell of approaching London. I can’t really describe it as anything other than the smell of London. It always hits you when you are getting close to “town” on the train.
You don’t notice the smell when you are there, only when you arrive.
It’s a smell I would rather not know of, because I don’t like London. I prefer to stay outside of this place. We just spent the weekend there, I got back on Sunday and now I am almost there again.
The place is full of bloody nutters. Tourists. Knob-heads.
We spent the bulk of the weekend fighting crowds. It’s so stressful, I don’t know how the people who live there can stand it. We saw a show, it was Wicked. No, really, it was Wicked, the show’s name. I should invoke trade-descriptions as it was basically mediocre, far from wicked. I would say it was “sick” but these days “the kids” have decided that “sick” is a good thing. “I got that sick new iPhone 4S” for example. Really? Sick? FFS!
The good news about being in London, there are going to be numerous opportunities for me to post. That’s a good thing for the four people per day on average who look at this thing.
Perhaps I can find something to photograph to spice things up. Test out this new phone on my camera. Introduce you to some new people. I bet you can’t wait.
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