Lately, I accepted all the shit that happened without raising an eyebrow. With scabies, it was difficult but I thought it was just London's "farewell present". But this time, I can't take it anymore.
A few hours ago, I passed by the Centre Point Tower. Everytime I show friends around town, I always make sure they know that the first time I shagged in this town, it was in the building just opposite this tower, which is pretty much the centre of the town. Usually it doesn't impress them that much but I still feel kind of proud of it.
Well you know what?
The building has been destroyed. Destroyed. Erased. Annihilated.
The bastards! It's like they really want to get rid of me in every possible way.
And there's more. the tube that was supposed to take us to the airport on Saturday will be closed for engineering works. What's the point of paying £100 a month to get the Tube (only for zones 1 and 2) if it's never working?!
Well you know what, London?
FUCK YOU TOO!
Update: I've just informed the guy I had shared that moment in that building, and he told me they are going to build a big tower just there. I told him I would like it to be very big then, and he assured me there would be "a floor for each thrust". Ha, I'm gonna miss british humor.
I don't realise I'm actually leaving.
I've lived here for 4 years, but it's a bit like I've always been in a temporary situation, maybe that's why it doesn't disturb me. Maybe I've never really felt at home here. I remember I got really sad when I read the horrible story of these two murdered french students here. This crime could have happened anywhere, but I though that in London, it was nearly symbolic.
I've already said I had a love-hate relationship with London. My 4 years here will have been quite a strange period actually. If I have learnt a lot, if my mind has opened up a lot, if I had a lot of fun (much more than in Paris), something was missing, I don't know what.
My biggest regret is not to have enjoyed the city more. I should have gone to the free museums more often! Visited more stuff, explored more places. London is such a huge city, there are so many areas so close and so different, and many interesting places no one has ever heard of. Even though I lived in 8 different locations, I feel I've missed quite a lot. I should have partied even more. I have the feeling I haven't enjoyed the whole potential of the city.
But I'm very glad I've lived here, and most of all, spent a big part of my youth here. It's a very good town when you're young, it offers new experiences. But I'm also very happy to go.
I'm leaving London in a month for my big trip. A month ago, I decided to send messages to some people, because I'll never see them again and it's the occasion to tell them things that they'll like, I think.
- I started with a message telling Mr Really BIG all the good things I think about him. Yeah, maybe our last time was terrible, but I still think he's a good person. He liked the message but oddly enough, he engaged in some dirty talk.
- I, of course, sent a message to the object of my obsession, which sounded a bit like a message to forgive each other. He's the one who reacted in the most surprising way: he answered nearly straight away and told me he shivered when he read my message. It made me glad. (Hee!)
- I sent a message to BFBF, for all the favours he will have done to me.
- I also contacted people with whom I didn't sleep! I sent a message to Vicky to tell her about my departure, that we should meet up for dinner...
- At last, I texted the first guy with whom I slept here...
That's it, I've contacted all the people that I will have found special here.
I wouldn't have believed it but actually, it's going to be more difficult to leave London than I thought.