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Monday, 13 July 2009


I forget how boring Ye Ol' London is. Its weird watching tourists. Me and Zoe were on the London Eye the other day, and people find it amazing. The Chinese people next to us muttered amazement at everything. It loses its appeal after the, uh, forty-nineth time. Being born in London, and growing up on the edges, you don't get to see the sights from any other veiw but that of your hometown. My earliest memory is going to put flowers down outside Buckingham Palace when Princess Diana died. I sat on one of the lions and watched in amazement as a European woman clutched the gates and screamed until the guards took her away. Gch. Tourists, eh? I don't get to see these things for the first time.
My dad passes the houses of paliament every day on his way to work.
I can't get the thrill of getting lost in the backstreets.
I've walked to Southbank THREE TIMES.
I've been on the London Eye WAY too many times.
The O2? What a drag.
Camden is overrated to say the least.
The only good thing about Brick Lane is the bagel shop.
Me and my friends are the only cool people in Londinion, everyone else is either scene or looks like they want to beat you up/rape you.
Wheres the appeal in the coolest city in the world?

1 comment:

  1. so jaded. but i get what you mean, living in a tourist town myself


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