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.