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by Bubbles » Thu, 02 Feb 2006 9:21 pm
Hi Plavt
I'm not sure which city you're in, but let's say it's London (though just the same can be said for Birmingham, Manchester, Glasgow, Belfast etc)....but London especially.....you see, I think there's a great myth going around about living in London. Yes, for sure, it's an exciting place; you get everything that's new, you can eat anything, visit the spectacular sights, get great artwork to look at, the cinema, the theatre. Of course, those are all givens.
When I lived in Amersham (50 mins on tube to central town) I promised myself I'd go once a week into town to 'see the sights, do the culture' etc. In the three years I lived there I went twice.
What people forget about big cities is the money it takes to have a good time there. Yes, fine if you're rich and live in Kensington, Chelsea, Primrose Hill etc., but it's ridiculously expensive. A tenner for a drink is not unusual. £5 for coffee, in a nice place. Designer shops etc. Yes, sure you can find cheaper stuff, but generally London is very, very pricey.
But, it's not only that. We tend to get a very glamourised version of living in the city from the television, or films. The reality is much different. Flats above take aways, streets divided up into bedsits where you never get to chat or gossip. Dangerous times on the street, and to top it all, there's the pressure to be better, younger, richer, more beautiful, more successful.
I am NOT saying that it's the fault of Londoner, or Manchurians...or is that Mancurians, whatever.....I'm saying it's just different there. People are busy, wary of terrorism, pushed to perform.....
I think I have the best of both worlds. I live just outside Cardiff, in the country. If I want to pop to London, I go on the train (£28 return if you book a week ahead, so not bad)....spend the day there and come back on the train, after 6.30pm. You get to go to all the shops, galleries, whatever....and then you know you can come home.
The tube/train travelling is hell. I know, I did it for years in youth, and in the end you feel yourself to be part of a little 'army' of Londoners who fight each day to come and go. Sort of hardened townies. But for me, there has to be the country. I mean, the real country, not Hyde Park, or Green Park, or Primrose Hill. They are beautiful for sure, but there is never any quietude. Somewhere, as Plavt said, there's a helicopter, or a siren, or the police zooming by, or tons of people skateboarding, or rollerblading, running, picnicking....as they should. Where is the quiet, the big winds, the huge panorama of the sky? Yes, London sky is there, but underneath it there are millions of humans, with their needs, their police, their music, their food......sending up a miasma of chatting sound.
I love London, I love the buzz, I love Londoners...yes, they are a type....but for me it's the country.....(but with a town near, I mean, how could I live without M&S and Tesco?).....lol.
Bubbs.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas.