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Isn't London great?
- Thread starter The Oldman
- Start date
genius.
Dave the OAP
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notice how many times Portugal appears.....
and how the North doesnt exist
and how the North doesnt exist
Safeway
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Dave the OAP
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clapham_gull
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- Aug 20, 2003
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I've just started to like it again after always trying to get out the centre as fast as possible to the relative safety of Clapham.
Why ? Two things really -
One I could spend every summer weekend on the South Bank, it's been revitalised recently and seems to be devoid of the tosspots you find everywhere else.
You can sit down with a beer and relax - away from plastic fake cafe society you find around SOHO and particularly Charlotte Street - one of the places in London I loath.
There is something very English about the South Bank and it isn't trying to be another European City. I love it
Secondly I've started walking to work (after taking a 10 minute bus ride to Vauxhall). Simply follow the river past the original Tate Gallery, up through the gardens behind the House of Parliament - through Parliament Square, up Whitehall, and finally through Trafalgar Square and up Charing Cross Road.
Takes about 50 minutes and it's a nice way to start the day.
Why ? Two things really -
One I could spend every summer weekend on the South Bank, it's been revitalised recently and seems to be devoid of the tosspots you find everywhere else.
You can sit down with a beer and relax - away from plastic fake cafe society you find around SOHO and particularly Charlotte Street - one of the places in London I loath.
There is something very English about the South Bank and it isn't trying to be another European City. I love it
Secondly I've started walking to work (after taking a 10 minute bus ride to Vauxhall). Simply follow the river past the original Tate Gallery, up through the gardens behind the House of Parliament - through Parliament Square, up Whitehall, and finally through Trafalgar Square and up Charing Cross Road.
Takes about 50 minutes and it's a nice way to start the day.
Tom Hark Preston Park
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- Jul 6, 2003
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I do get sick of working in London after about six months. Everybody's get these really poncey food ideas, skives off for sessions with their Personal Trainer and every single birthday/leaving-do/office type thing is held in a crap and crowded bar where there's multiple KNOBS setting up tabs, ordering 29 drinks and then perusing the food options while its ten deep at the bar behind them. Then I take a contract in, say, Durrington-On-sea and suddenly MISS being able to meet mates anywhere in The Square Mile at about twenty minutes notice. So... reckonn LOndon's OK, possibly BRILLIANT, to work in, in small doses. But it's nice to step out of it.
pasty
A different kind of pasty
Bloody hard work getting out of London tonight
Tom Hark Preston Park
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- Jul 6, 2003
- 72,714
Bloody hard work getting out of London tonight
All the ThameslinkFranchise trains seemed to be stupidly late, even by THEIR crap standards. Probably the wrong sort of rainbow on the line
London Calling
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I remember putting these points forward. when people was sceptical that London could not host the Olympics and if it did, there would be a detrimental effect.
On top of the list: it can accomadate 3 million commuters every day, host at leat 4 premiership games plus scores of others, these are equal to an Olympic crowd.
Plus in terms of museums, they are all in the top 10 of there theme in the world with most leading the way.And walking along the South Bank is now a great cultutural experience and by 2012 the walk through the Lee Valley (Olympic Zone) will match it.
lC
On top of the list: it can accomadate 3 million commuters every day, host at leat 4 premiership games plus scores of others, these are equal to an Olympic crowd.
Plus in terms of museums, they are all in the top 10 of there theme in the world with most leading the way.And walking along the South Bank is now a great cultutural experience and by 2012 the walk through the Lee Valley (Olympic Zone) will match it.
lC
Meade's Ball
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Culturally-speaking, i suppose there's little better than the thousand villages of Londinium all in competition to outshow the next (if there's finance to support the arts in anywhere but Centralton and Kensingtonia). I do find the differences and agendas in each borough quite interesting, each with their own identity, i suppose, but also hiders of the poverty they'd prefer to remain unseen for their over-reliant sale-prices to remain at attractive levels.
I think, overall though, that it's a huge place filled with inflated egos surrounded by manifold treats, easy pleasures for the masses and invisible ones for the chosen few. I've lived here for about 12 years now, and there's very little compassion unless emergency strikes, and then it lasts not much longer than a single poppers inhalation.
When young there can be very little finer, i imagine. Roaming streets, drinking oneself silly, swallowing and snorting and dancing and rumbling and coaxing and banging and scarring and repenting briefly. So much information to be drowned in when the brain still accepts flashes of riveting drama on it's everyday journeys. With age or "maturity" there's a lowered acceptance of the new or unheralded, so a place of such noise and suggestion is a threat, or so it seems to me; a challenge to my personal, protective control; a pinprick to my bubble of smallhouse supremacy.
I am not Professor COnfident from the School of Largeheadedness, but i sometimes think of how the EVERYTHING here can easily cripple the calm, just as much as it may likely demolish the tender. And it scares me.
I think, overall though, that it's a huge place filled with inflated egos surrounded by manifold treats, easy pleasures for the masses and invisible ones for the chosen few. I've lived here for about 12 years now, and there's very little compassion unless emergency strikes, and then it lasts not much longer than a single poppers inhalation.
When young there can be very little finer, i imagine. Roaming streets, drinking oneself silly, swallowing and snorting and dancing and rumbling and coaxing and banging and scarring and repenting briefly. So much information to be drowned in when the brain still accepts flashes of riveting drama on it's everyday journeys. With age or "maturity" there's a lowered acceptance of the new or unheralded, so a place of such noise and suggestion is a threat, or so it seems to me; a challenge to my personal, protective control; a pinprick to my bubble of smallhouse supremacy.
I am not Professor COnfident from the School of Largeheadedness, but i sometimes think of how the EVERYTHING here can easily cripple the calm, just as much as it may likely demolish the tender. And it scares me.
