I grew to be weary of London when I lived there from 1989 until 2000, with a two year stint in Bristol. I like going back though. I love the energy and the scale of it.
Then there's the taxi drivers. In the short trip from my hotel at Marble Arch to Euston I was treated to the following: "Buses are a pain in the arse, the Olympics in 2012 will be a total disaster, there are too many mosques, Ken Livingstone is an idiot, the congestion charge is killing businesses, Tony Blair is an idiot, this isn't our country anymore, the hotel I'd stayed in is the biggest knocking shop in London (????), red routes are stupid, Enoch Powell was right. I won't have that lot in the back of my cab." Phew.
You couldn't make it up.
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