I can't really say I have a favorite place in the world.
It might be Oxford street around christmas, preffably with snow, and lots of flashy-blinky lights, and people selling cashewnuts-in-caramel, and everyone just wanting to go home, with homeless people with over-flowing-with-money coffee cups, and you just walk into John Lewis for the guard to tell you it's shit "Please, i'll only be a minuite" - "ok mate, but be quick". And the christmas decorations in all the windows down Harley Street promising if not a cure, at least respite from what troubles you. And carolests singing and dancing, and that tramp with the dog just looking for somewhere to move onto, anywhere, because he can't stay there and nowhere accepts dogs, but has chosen his one companion over shelter. And the London Lite guy has given out all his papers for the day, time to go back to base to drop off the telly and then home time.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Thu 27 Aug 2009, 13:24, Reply)