London Life
London living hmmm…it’s like a wave graph. up and down except those waves ain’t no Sunday paddle with the kids. Au contraire mon frere. Instead one has stolen credit cards (probably those poor posties makin hay while their sun still shines and fuck it could I really blame them?), fraudulent use of my dead-end account to the tune of £600, pickpockets at London Bridge station and rain, rain, rain…But in the eventual swing, just when you think it has beaten you down to your knees: it’s 14~C, you find some people on the level and that 4hr return journey suddenly becomes a prime time to rekindle your love for dreamy, swirly Radiohead tracks instead of thinking about becoming that ‘person on the tracks’. Hyperbole. I absolutely, positively, love that word.
But seriously.
It’s a kitten in my palm - for now.
