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Nothing changes on New Years Day. U2. New Years Eve began in an Aiesec house drinking with characters from all over the world.� There were representatives from Italy, Romania, Kenya, Australia, Serbia, the Netherlands, England, and the Dominican Republic.� It felt much like a United Colours of Benneton commercial.� We moved the party to the heart of the city to see the New Year in. It's round the corner in Soho, Where all the broken people go, Let's go. Pulp. Somehow I always seem to find myself in the company of foreigners, and London was no exception.� I guess there is something comforting about being on the outside looking in.� I work in Earls Court, a stylish part of London that is inhabited by more travellers than Englishmen.� Every night at the Richmond I encounter another amazing story and make a friend with someone who was just passing through. Working night's gives me a chance to see all the London sights throughout the day.� Westminster, Big Ben, Saint Paul's, Abbey Road, Holland Park, the Thames.� Portobello Road was one of these amazing sites.� Perhaps the Western equivalent of the Grand Bizarre.� I couldn't help but make the comparison. Drank sangria in the park, And then later when it gets dark, We go home. Lou Reed. A Brief British History The British Monarchy There were some Kings, There were some Queens, There were some Kings, Now there's a Queen. The British Empire The British Empire rose, and rose, and rose, The British Empire fell. In need of a National Insurance Number to avoid the pitfalls of tax I took a day trip to the Department of Social Security.� In an economy where any idiot can walk off the street and into a pub without any experience and find themselves working that day, I could not believe the number of dead beats who were in there for their weekly handout.� I stared at the tattooed figure in front of me, carving his name into his wooden seat directly below a no drinking sign, with a can of Heineken. Other travellers confess: "London is so hard.� All the time I consider packing up and going home.� But I don't because I've learnt so much about myself." While I am all for self-realisation, to me London feels like extremely easy.� Expensive, but extremely easy.� After living in Bucharest I think I can handle London. I met a Romanian in the video store, Ce faci? I asked with honest enthusiasm.� He turned at me a little suprised, and replied, "Bine", hesitated and then asked, "Are you Romanian?"� This gave me an extremely warm feeling. Ironically, across the road from my apartment is a Romanian Charity Store. Everyone in London seems to have a cold.� The air is filthy, worse than Bucharest.� While I am making the comparisons Sainsbury's is certainly an experience.� "Making life taste better" they reckon.� I don't know about that but they have certainly taken supermarkets to a new level.� I can never remember finding Brunch in a Box when I was shopping in "Angst" of Bucharest. Life in London got a little bit personal towards the end.� What I would like to write is a cannot put down. I think I will just leave it with a quote: These days turned out nothing like I had planned. Powderfinger. |
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