• London Calling

    by  • December 9, 2015 • personal • 1 Comment

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    In 2016, I’ll be opening a branch in the capital (there is only one, of course).

    I lived in London when I was young, drunk and stupid.  In the first instance, above a kebab shop in the Queenstown Road in Battersea.  My office was the Beaufoy Arms around the corner (known affectionately as the Beefy Arms), run by a Jamaican couple who served me jerk pork and Red Stripe while I attempted to make a living scribbling words for the big newspapers.  I was surrounded by – possibly clinically insane – people, some of whom have remained friends to this day.  Some of whom hold positions of power and would prefer me to keep my mouth shut.

    After that, I lived in Clapham, a stone’s throw from the common.  Frankly, it’s a bit of a blur, but life was lived to the full.

    I’ll be honest.  The universe has been kind to me in recent times.  I work hard, in lots of different areas, and I really can’t complain.  I’ve never been someone who’s been interested in money – if I was I would have stayed as a national newspaper journalist or become a banker, instead of crafting myself as an itinerant ne’er-do-well.  But I’ve always enjoyed experience.

    And if you’re tired of London, you’re tired of life, right?

    I spend so much time in the city these days, pitching work to TV companies, and film producers, and publishers, it seemed only right to get back there.  I’ll still be spending time in my beloved Kingdom of Mercia, but for the most, I’ll be doing the Lambeth Walk and taking the piss out of Cockneys.

    I’m still two of the three.

    One Response to London Calling

    1. Cate
      December 9, 2015 at 7:35 pm

      I like London but I’ve never wanted to live there even in my misspent youth. Much prefer living somewhere where you can take a deep breath without inhaling toxic smog. Ironically where I live I can get up to London in about an hour which is actually quicker than it takes you to get from north to south (or vice versa or east to west) in London.

      Hopefully you’ll find somewhere to live that won’t involve you flogging your granny on the black market to be able to afford it.

      In essence it appears you’ll be closing the circle and ending where you started.

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