A man can looose himself in London. Yes, but also a man can also get bored of it - I don't mean living your life like youre pages 3-29 or 'The Guide', or waking up on [insert posh school drop out art scene skeleton's] sofa having spent the night frottaging the cast of Skins at Catch.
I mean just being bored with the dirt, the rudeness, the whole 'ONE' London cultural vibe even though everyone ignores each other or views each other with suspicion, smelly buses, expensive everything, pretention, London Lite/The London Paper, angry faced tube commuters etc etc - of course I won't bore you with the list of things I love about london but after 8 years I'm just seeing the things I hate and want to just go with the memories and experiences of the time I was here, really. If youre tired of London, youre tired of life they say - well, I think that's slightly not that true.
Here's to the next generation of Capital transitories. I'm out of here by September.