Ok, i'm gonna annoy Darth by waxing lyrical about the capital of Britain... (
)...
I live in little London 'tarn'. It's been stomped quite a lot over the years already, so i'll just describe the bits that are still sticking up...
As with most of Britain, we get irregular free showers here in this bit of 'tropical' south-east England, and we also join in the national passtime of hating Londoners (not to fit in with the rest of the country, mind you - we're notoriously snobby about which cliques we join. No, it's just because other Londoners regularly tread on our feet.
).
Despite this fluffy layer of low-level teeth-gnashing, everyone rubs along pretty well. One of the communal games you can play while visiting is: 'Spot the Anachronism'. If you see a bowler hat, that's 5 points; any signs of smog are worth 20; and sightings of Queen Victoria earn you one hundred of her majesty's crows, and a visit to one of our free hospitals
Yeah, ok, it's a silly place London. A bit like Camelot, only the singing is mainly confined to the West End. I live in a central bit of the north bit tho, so i'll describe that...
I live in East Finchley at the mo, which has a tube station which looks a bit like this...
(the bow and arrow don't seem to work anymore, which may be some kind of metaphor...)
We've got a classy old '30s art house cinema called the Phoenix, which looks like this on the outside...
...and this on the inside...
(hell, this thread was maxed out already yeah? I thought i'd link to the extra large pic of this lovely gaudiness
)
Then there's the blessed parks, which in this neck of the woods are quite woody... like this one... it's called Highgate Wood...
I was brought up round the corner in Muswell Hill, which looks like this in postcard form...
...and this if you travel back in time (altho to see it how it looks now just draw in some Starbucks
)...
...there are plenty of streets with houses like this...
...altho it brightens up when the sun comes out
.
Apparently this can also happen nearby, but i'm buggered if i've ever seen anyone doing it....
Which in some ways, tells you all you need to know about this London place. Wander around enough and you'll find someone trying to ride a horse into the village pond, even if the pond evaporated 200 years ago. Amble for another five minutes, and you can watch some smack-dealing Turks genially telling their Albanian competitors when to expect the next random shooting. Then swing yourself onto a bus and you can swan off to the free museum of your choice
. (With optional clubbing on the way home - altho selling smack first may help you afford the entrance fee
)
There's plenty to do, several ways to get turned into glue, and the rain is free. What more could you ask?
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