Saturday, September 03, 2005
It's been a funny old month. Most of my weekends have been away from London town, travelling to Cambridge, Birmingham, Nottingham, Stratford-Upon-Avon and back to Brum again. Which explains my blog neglect, for which i can only beg forgiveness, and the rather sorry state of my liver. Also, before i go on, I must say congratulations to Chris and Lou who got married yesterday. Best of luck to them both. More on marriage in a bit...
You learn things travelling round this sceptured isle. Firstly, travelling by train is a pain in the arse. Secondly, if you think travelling by train is a pain in the arse, you should try travelling by coach. Thirdly, despite their many shortcomings, Catatonia absolutely hit the nail on the head when they sang...
London never sleeps
It just sucks
The life out of me
And the money from my pocket
You only need to have read this daft old thing a short while to realise that I am deeply in love with London. But as with all love affairs, there is a cost, and this one is purely financial. And the scarey thing is that you only notice when you leave. You become accustomed to handing over twenties for a round of drinks and expecting no change, to spending a fortune in a restaurant, and then leaving an exhorbidant tip, to everything being dearer the closer to the centre you get because, well, that's just the way it is.
London is the second most expensive city in the world after Tokyo. And, as if in a effort to make up this gap, I love japanese T Shirts and cartoons, so have to pay even more for those on import. London house prices make the average Joe weep just even thinking about it. I earn a very respectable wage for my age. Yet I'm more than familiar with the workings of my overdraft. And it does occur to me...why? I know, i know, market forces, property, cost of living, yada yada. But sometimes it seems that people charge the earth because they think they can get away with it. And do. And mostly cos of the group of people who seem obsessed with outdoing everyone else by slashing their money up the wall. Well, nuts to that, frankly. Yuppies are soooo 1980's.
And I also mentioned the age old institution of marriage. London once again seems to have a say in the way we live our lives. For whatever reason, most of my friends of my generation who are married live outside the capital. I'm unsure of why this is, and reluctant to speculate too much, for fear of insulting either my ball and chained chums or my singleton brothers and sisters inside the M25. Although it could be amusing. So let's say that all the married types are married because out in the sticks (Birmingham and Nottingham, for instance) you have to take what you can get. And in London, everyone's far too busy working themselves to death just to pay the rent, that the idea of marrying any of the freaks surrounding you never even crosses your mind. Done.
Anyway, i feel i should add that, even as a freeliving, medialoving, studioflatrenting singleton, the idea of marriage sounds great to me. Mainly cos all my mates who are married seem...y'know... like...happy and well balanced and stuff. So, whilst I am not in any desperate rush, the idea of finding someone to spend the rest of my days with is a wildly attractive and romantic one. But don't go buying a hat, as I said, not yet. Just one day. Like kids. Love to have them. Not yet. Really. The idea of having a creature crawling around, unable to communicate, puking everywhere and generally causing mayhem, is still a little frightning. I need to get past that stage myself first. Honk honk.
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