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Hah, yeah, me, my mum, sister and young son, in a pram, were stood outside Tesco in Walthamstow the other day, just staring into space, obliviously, in the same direction, waiting for someone to buy something inside, when an SUV with a mum and kids swings into the car park and pulls up into our line of sight. She gets out, approaches us with a proper attitude and goes "do you know me or something?", I'm like no, not giving her the fight she obviously wants, and she goes "because you lot were looking at me" (her car had tinted glass so we weren't), and I just shrugged, again resisting the scrap. She pulled a face like we'd just shat in her handbag and skulked off. To make matters worse she'd parked in a disabled space, despite not needing it and not having a blue sticker.
I love this place but it's that kind of shit that's going to grind me down into a bitter hateful bastard if it goes on too long.
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This is an interesting thread.
My bro in law lived in London for a few years. Lived round the corner from our old place in bow. He worked in forest gate as a teacher.
After a few years he decided to sell his one bed flat and swap it for a reasonable house in Brentwood with a big garden loads of parking etc.
He's lasted a year out there and his house is going on the market next week. He still has to work in London for now. The suburbs are in the main, dull. There ain't a lot to do out in the stick unless you are lucky.
He's now moving back to East London, either Leytonstone where we are, forest gate, or slightly further north to Woodford. He is bloody lucky because net net the cost to move back should be negligible as he's house has apparently gone up a fair whack.
We thought about moving out to the sticks 18m ago. We had lived in London for 6 odd years. We looked at a pretty thatched cottage in a village outside bishops stortford. Had parking, half an acre, and was about the same price as we ended up paying for our modest terrace in e11. I'm glad we didn't make the move. Maybe in 15 years it'll be time when I'm in my 40s.
Whenever I commute to work on my bike (at negligible cost) and I'm going through the Olympic park or Victoria park, i look around and I actually say to myself; you are fucking lucky you live round here mate.
Then some cunt cuts me up and tells me he is going to kill me and I remember that this is London , and at some point I'll probably have to move before it consumes me and turns me into a nut case.
But for now, London is home and I'm pretty chuffed with it.