I found this piece of street art on a wall in east London on Thursday. The day was cold and very wet. I had five layers on including a new mac but I was freezing.
We had booked a bike tour through Alternativeldn which ended up being cancelled because the weather was so horrible. The sign was a perfect summation of my feelings towards London on this trip – I loved it, I endured it, I loved it again.
This was my fifth time in the city and since I first visited in 1989 my feelings have changed. London used to be my utopia – the place I wanted to be. Now I greet it less like a lover, more old friend.
– Using Boris' bikes to ride through the city at midnight with no helmet, avoiding drunks, the wind in our hair.
– Walking along the Thames in the sunshine taking in that amazing vista
– Shoreditch and east London with it's bars and amazing streetart
– The Tramshed, with the cow and the cock in Formaldehyde where we had amazing chicken and apple pie and were then scared by clown wallpaper
– Field Day festival – drinking cider and dancing to Solange, Django Django and Everything Everything
– Seeing Londoners greet the perplexing sun
– Being reunited with my mate Shannon and talking 'life' (oh life – sing it with me now) while drinking craft beer at the Holborn Whippet
– Bone chilling cold not even thwarted by five layers
– Going underground into subways and basements
– That wet, raining Thursday and the ride back home soaked to the bone
– Queues and tourists and greyness
I still love you London but I don't think I want to be in you anymore… until next time, yeah?