Hate to say it...
Well, no, I don't.

London. I have hated it every single time. Comes of being forcibly dragged around the boring grey shithole when I was a kid. Even now it summons up memories of deprivation, shit food, traffic congestion and endless endless walking punctuated by endless, endless waiting, at the end of which you get to go to the Millenium Dome or something. Woot.
(Falstaff's Spiritual Successor, Thu 30 Sep 2010, 16:15, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

I don't mind London for a weekend
I couldn't live there though. The thought of having to comute to the centre every day next year makes me sudder.
(Aberracion Life's getting very complicated, but a lot of fun., Thu 30 Sep 2010, 16:19, Reply)

The thought of ever having to go there again for any reason whatsoever
makes me shudder. Clearly I am tired of life, but then I don't think Dr Johnson ever had to go on the Underground.
(Falstaff's Spiritual Successor, Thu 30 Sep 2010, 16:22, Reply)

I'm ok for short visits
Two weekends ago I had to go from Euston to Waterloo to change trains on my way to Woking. It was rush hour and it took me a whole hour to do it, being pushed and pulled by a sea of people. And I'll have to do it next year every day, quite possibly. I think I'll be getting into the office at 6am and leaving at 4pm, to avoid the people.
(Aberracion Life's getting very complicated, but a lot of fun., Thu 30 Sep 2010, 16:24, Reply)

The very notion makes me vomit molten bronze in revulsion.
I will admit that my hatred of London is basically unthinking prejudice. I'm going to keep it though. You have my sympathies.
(Falstaff's Spiritual Successor, Thu 30 Sep 2010, 16:28, Reply)

Thank you
I wouldn't mind it if it wasn't for the stupid amount of people living there. They like feeling like sardines, and I love my personal space.
(Aberracion Life's getting very complicated, but a lot of fun., Thu 30 Sep 2010, 16:31, Reply)