London

It's easy to fall in love with somewhere, and then forget about where home is. It's also easy to fall in love with someone but very hard to fall out of...

ANYWAYS.... tonight I was reminded of home and why London is what it is. The greatest city on earth. Walking around Picadilly Circus and seeing the 1000s of people who descend on her each night, and cluster around the fountain, seeing the atmosphere, the people, all walks of life together, it was truely breathtaking and man I haven't smiled like that in AGES.

For the record, the Criterion which is like directly in front of the fountain is shit hot! Well expensive...and to cap it off, my brother is a chef there! How kool is that, he is literally working on top of one of the koolest spots in the UK!

But back to the point, I felt all the feelings once more that I hold dear in my heart when it comes to London. I felt proud to be a londoner, go on Cool Brittania for it does exist.

It was soo wonderful to see the party that is London at night come alive again. It has really been too long. I remembered why I fell in love with the place, and felt sad and guilty that I had for a while disowned it.

Say whatever you want to say about Londoners, that we are rude, impatient, stressed out rats etc. But y'know what, until you become a Londoner and live the life of a Londoner, you won't know how much a wonderful breed of people we are. Yeah we may rush around but my gosh London is where it is at. Some of the nicest, lovliest people I have ever met are Londoners.

I was literally just standing in awe outside the Criterion tonight (I wanted to try and blag a free dinner only to be rebuked by my brother on the phone with him working inside and me out in the cold with, it's a nice place y'know!!), thinking my gosh I've never been so proud as now to be a Londoner, to be able to experience things that only happen in London.

Also I found it amusing to see a road sign labelled, Central London X miles, The North X miles. Told ya, anywhere outside of London is the North!

We'll rise again
We'll rise again
We'll start again

Like they rose from the dead again,
Such thoughts move straight through their head again,
Blessed as the children of men,
Who saw that swords strike less that the pen.

Surfacing from primordial waters
We are the sons and daughters of Rawkus,
Take your pretence to the slaughter,
Leave adversaries hung, drawn in quarters.

As we awoke that morning, yawning,
Blessed with a new skin forming,
Eyes squinting, claret still pouring,
Fists clenched, grasping, crying out calling,
Lungs gasping, absorbing endorphin,
We this unsuccessful abortion,
Spartan spawn, sworn,
Raised for warring,
All told and we're reborn again.

I don't need their eyes on me,
I don't need no sympathy.




There is something rather refreshing about being lashed with water, thrashing against your face in the dark. What is not so nice is peeling off soaking wet skinny jeans....