i love you man…

Out for evening beers after work, i’m on the coach home and it occurs to me – over crowded, smelly, polluted, over-priced and frustrating as it is, i fucking love this city. I might have moved to oxford, i might have grown up in the country, but London has always been home in a funny way. It’s a good thing i’m working in town one day a week or i’d miss it like hell. Most likely i’ll never be able to afford a big house of my own, let alone a flat in town too, but i’ll still enjoy coming here always.

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