logistics

the stuff of nightmares - trying to get all of us from central london down to canterbury in a matter of 2hours. with tube train taxi involved. ticket queues will kill us. and so will any tube delays. arrrghhh

given all the trouble we'd better win this match!

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can hear a drunk/stoned guy somewhere outside around the estate. going f-off and everything. living in london tends to shake you to the core sometimes, and i don't mean in a scary way. so what if this is a developed country - there's poverty on the streets, mean hearts about and lost souls tripping over one another

but then there's also joy to be found, strangers who will help you carry your luggage up the inconvenient stairs in the tube stations, the occasional kind bus driver, lovers locked in a fleeting but deep embrace on the tube escalators

sometimes i figure london as a city can be whatever you want it to be - exhuberant gritty vibrant weary...

e.g. massive throngs of people on the street have the power to overwhelm me or revive my spirits, depending on my mood, the day, the hour, the weather...

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ok that's enough warbling. back to homework. back to the factory