Thursday, June 24, 2004
Who Loves Ya Baby?
One of the many reasons I love living here is this:
Tuesday evening: Walking home from Oxford Circus, through Clerkenwell, Old Street then home.
Later that night: Reading a novel where the main character walks from Soho, through Clerkenwell, down Old Street then ending up a street away from where I live. I could practically see it from my window, except it was set 110 years ago.
Another one is this:
A cliche it may be, but I love that it's two days after the longest day of the year, Summer is allegedly in full swing, and we have torrential rain, howling wind and a washed out Wimbledon.
I'm easily pleased me.
Tuesday evening: Walking home from Oxford Circus, through Clerkenwell, Old Street then home.
Later that night: Reading a novel where the main character walks from Soho, through Clerkenwell, down Old Street then ending up a street away from where I live. I could practically see it from my window, except it was set 110 years ago.
Another one is this:
A cliche it may be, but I love that it's two days after the longest day of the year, Summer is allegedly in full swing, and we have torrential rain, howling wind and a washed out Wimbledon.
I'm easily pleased me.
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