I’m a bit of a town boy. I live in town, partly because I love it being at the centre of the action, and largely because I really couldn’t cope with a commute of any distance at al on the tube. I had to nip up to Camden earlier for a meeting at RKCR in the amazing old Wunderman Building. I could have walked but I left it too late and so I hopped on the tube. At 8.45. I fookin hated it! Northern Line rammed with poor sods trying to get to work. And because it’s so cold they’re all wearing twice as many layers as usual so they all take up even more room.
And buy utter contrast I’m now in a cafe in South Ken with all the beautiful people. The cafe is a true wow! The smell of coffee, cakes, and general fresh beauty is almost overpowering. There’s a Lamborghini garage across the street and everyone is just looking great. Oh if I had a million I’d want to spent it here! And there I was a couple of weeks back thinking I could live in a shed on a plot somewhere out of town!
Actually I could. I only need this fix of the beautiful every now and then, I wouldn’t want to get used to this. If I did the rest of the world would seem scummier, and I don’t want that. I love most aspects of London, and of life.
Annoyingly I’ve noticed I’ve slipped back into the habit of mistyping the. Arse. Must concentrate.
Now then. Another silly named coffee I think.