- i miss trafalgar square and the plinth and all the lights and pubs and the fact that there’s always something on.
- i miss comparing the shitty free newspapers.
- i miss time out london.
- i miss waking up whenever and deciding what to do whenever.
- i miss the million free museums and wandering around the v&a.
- brick lane.
- noodles until i got fucking sick of them.
- even the fucking fried chicken shops that seem to be quietly taking over the world.
- the underground map looking nothing like london.
- the lexington pub, which is beautiful and serves amazing food that we managed to get half-price.
- the drama bookshop, which contained so many plays that i felt completely stuck for choice and stupidly came away with nothing.
- the cinemas, some of which might actually be showing something i want to see.
- all the stupid cute expensive shops in covent garden that i can dream of being able to shop in.
- sitting in bus stops eating cheap, hot chips.
- all the people everywhere, especially the ones i can identify as being way too indie while also wishing i looked like them.
- so many bookshops, especially foyles, which feels a bit like home to me now.
- poetry readings crammed into bars that are too small.
- friends.
- getting to spend time with my boyfriend, if it comes to that.
- the south bank and how beautiful london can look.
- bridges.
- men with amazing beards.
- having something to do.
aug 30 2009 ∞
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