Friday, 28 August 2009

Farewell England


So, I am no longer a Londoner. No more wayward teenagers with a penchant for your mobile phone, no more nocturnal miscreants with a penchant for your £1.10 in return for her ‘two year bus pass’ and no more bus doors with a penchant for your little toe. OK I will probably find these delights elsewhere and it was pretty great too, but this is no time to reminisce.

For the past two weeks I have been revelling in some reclusive behaviour in the depths of East Anglia. I am now reacquainted with fields, Mum’s cooking, the alternative Fenlander dictionary and the current trials and tribulations on Ramsey Street. I think it’s time to drag myself away from the excitement and unleash myself on the East of a worldwide variety. I’ve made one unlucky discovery that has dared to scupper my plans. I seem to be allergic to dogs. I’m spending some time working for a dog foundation in Thailand. Helpful.

Apart from the obvious, my initial aims are to converse more with strangers during relative sobriety and enjoy the simpler things in life. And for the record, I’m not going to ‘find myself’, I’m going to have shitloads of fun. I’m off! See ya later England, wouldn’t wanna be YA!