London

Now I know how Jeanne D'Arc felt....

I'm looking forward to you feeling more like the closing scenes of 'a man escaped', will...

Has your hearing aid melted?

It took me 4 years of living here to start enjoying it!
Now I really like it, but have given up on a few basic life comforts that you get used to when you come from continental europe (I'm french-greek-italian), such as:

• good fruits and vegs
  
• good looking girls
  
• girls who don't vomit
  
• girls who don't scream drunkenly in mini-skirts in february
  
• normal opening hours for restaurants' kitchens (up to 1am is the norm in europe)
  
• normal opening hours for cafes and bars (2am minimum)
  
• non-alcoholic seduction between boys and girls
  
• good food in any basic restaurant (good food exists here but is harder to find)
  
• cheap good cuban cigars
  
• terrasse cafe culture
  
• good hospitals
  

I'm looking forward to you feeling more like the closing scenes of 'a man escaped', will...

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• good looking girls
  
  • normal opening hours for restaurants' kitchens (up to 1am is the norm in europe)
    
• normal opening hours for cafes and bars (2am minimum)
  
• non-alcoholic seduction between boys and girls
  
  • good food in any basic restaurant (good food exists here but is harder to find)
    
    

true.

• good fruits and vegs
  
• good hospitals
  
  

untrue. if you've hurt your finger a little bit, or have a cold, or have gotten too drunk i'm sure a&e is a bit of a nightmare. however, if you're literally dying this country steps up its game so fucking badly it's incredible. i thought the same as you until i had to visit a high dependency unit at kings and it blew my mind, it's all free as well.

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will are you saying london is your monsieur arsene...?

will are you saying london is your monsieur arsene...?

yes, that's what I'm saying. I'm hoping to be the first forum member to make it in to Pseud's Corner.

right that's it. from now on you are ma petite mouchette.... wanna come to the fair little girl?

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now you're just making an ass of yourself.

Fin.

KEGS on Broomfield Road.

I wish I went to school at a place called KEGS or FREE BAR or maybe TINNIES or DOUBLE BOURBON or..

Aussies, eh? Massive real ale fail ... :P

I should point out that I'd rather have hot oil poured into every orifice in my body than live in Wigan.

Sounds like a great idea for a forum event. ;)

live,ride and love it

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3rFMUn7olc&feature=related

Born and bred smack bang in the middle of London town... I'm sick of it, moving to Oz ASAP...

Aussies, eh? Massive real ale fail ... :P

You've never even been to Australia. Knowledge Fail.

http://www.goatbeer.com.au/
http://www.brightbrewery.com.au/products.htm
http://www.beerhunter.com/documents/19133-000025.html

I miss London a lot. Not quite enough to leave my girlfriend, but on many a day I wish I could be right back there in the thick of it.

There are so many examples of what I miss about London and what makes it amazing, but what it all boils down to is the full on whimsy of the place. I love that you can do so many things at the drop of a hat at any time and with relatively little planning you can do something different, fascinating, interesting and exciting. Although that said, London can be a very hard place to live. If you don't make the effort it will chew you up and spit you out. You do need to take a break from the place every now and again.

The one example that really sums it up for me that I've never seen anywhere else is riding along the near empty roads and the riverside on Christmas Day morning with 80 other cyclists being congratulated by families and groups of pedestrians for being great fun. At London Bridge there was sherry and cake, at Putney I propped up the bar with an excellently made espresso a homemade mince pie and a lovely 15 year old malt (go on do a paedo fixed joke, you know you want to), in Edgeware the owner of a Lebanese restaurant kicked his family out so he could seat as many of us as possible and the Christmas dinner was spicy, refreshing and wonderful as arabian fashion TV played in the background. As I left the restaurant, a guy commented to me that he didn't have any family to be with on that day. Usually he found Christmas lonely and depressing, but this was the best one he could remember since he was a kid and it used to snow. That's the kind of magic that I miss.

Born and bred smack bang in the middle of London town... I'm sick of it, moving to Oz ASAP...

Is that to get away from all the aussies?

have given up on a few basic life comforts that you get used to when you come from continental europe (I'm french-greek-italian), such as:

• good hospitals
  
  
  
  

untrue. if you've hurt your finger a little bit, or have a cold, or have gotten too drunk i'm sure a&e is a bit of a nightmare. however, if you're literally dying this country steps up its game so fucking badly it's incredible. i thought the same as you until i had to visit a high dependency unit at kings and it blew my mind, it's all free as well.

Healthcare is erratic. Wildly so. The NHS has been neglected for too long by the bean counters and those who've jumped shipped and opted for private at the slightest whiff of a waiting list.

There were some shocking shortcomings surrounding the birth of my son, and I've seen a procession of elderly relatives go through repeated misdiagnosis, being subjected to a disgraceful bedside manner by most consultants and the occasional nurse, and seemingly being guinea pigs for the blinkered noodlings of assorted specialists.

Like I said: erratic. I've had some great experiences too. But I think the consistency of medical provision elsewhere in parts of continental Europe is something our government needs to be aspiring too, asap.

I wish I went to school at a place called KEGS or FREE BAR or maybe TINNIES or DOUBLE BOURBON or..

I got a KEG where my SIX-PACK used to be.

I miss London a lot. Not quite enough to leave my girlfriend, but on many a day I wish I could be right back there in the thick of it.

There are so many examples of what I miss about London and what makes it amazing, but what it all boils down to is the full on whimsy of the place. I love that you can do so many things at the drop of a hat at any time and with relatively little planning you can do something different, fascinating, interesting and exciting. Although that said, London can be a very hard place to live. If you don't make the effort it will chew you up and spit you out. You do need to take a break from the place every now and again.

The one example that really sums it up for me that I've never seen anywhere else is riding along the near empty roads and the riverside on Christmas Day morning with 80 other cyclists being congratulated by families and groups of pedestrians for being great fun. At London Bridge there was sherry and cake, at Putney I propped up the bar with an excellently made espresso a homemade mince pie and a lovely 15 year old malt (go on do a paedo fixed joke, you know you want to), in Edgeware the owner of a Lebanese restaurant kicked his family out so he could seat as many of us as possible and the Christmas dinner was spicy, refreshing and wonderful as arabian fashion TV played in the background. As I left the restaurant, a guy commented to me that he didn't have any family to be with on that day. Usually he found Christmas lonely and depressing, but this was the best one he could remember since he was a kid and it used to snow. That's the kind of magic that I miss.

great illustration of why London is magnificent

I miss London a lot. Not quite enough to leave my girlfriend, but on many a day I wish I could be right back there in the thick of it.

There are so many examples of what I miss about London and what makes it amazing, but what it all boils down to is the full on whimsy of the place. I love that you can do so many things at the drop of a hat at any time and with relatively little planning you can do something different, fascinating, interesting and exciting. Although that said, London can be a very hard place to live. If you don't make the effort it will chew you up and spit you out. You do need to take a break from the place every now and again.

The one example that really sums it up for me that I've never seen anywhere else is riding along the near empty roads and the riverside on Christmas Day morning with 80 other cyclists being congratulated by families and groups of pedestrians for being great fun. At London Bridge there was sherry and cake, at Putney I propped up the bar with an excellently made espresso a homemade mince pie and a lovely 15 year old malt (go on do a paedo fixed joke, you know you want to), in Edgeware the owner of a Lebanese restaurant kicked his family out so he could seat as many of us as possible and the Christmas dinner was spicy, refreshing and wonderful as arabian fashion TV played in the background. As I left the restaurant, a guy commented to me that he didn't have any family to be with on that day. Usually he found Christmas lonely and depressing, but this was the best one he could remember since he was a kid and it used to snow. That's the kind of magic that I miss.

That's a really lovely story! Really heartwarming. I love it when people show some honest human kindness to others, it's sad that it happens rarely (to me, anyway). Thats so sweet.

i can't think of anywhere else i'd rather live.

although lately...the crowd outside the dove on formerly lovely broadway market makes me want to go columbine on the swarms of mincing check shirts, wayfarers and unipaks.