So a week has come and gone in London. Brilliant times... so many observances of difference both in terms of unique Englishisms as well as from the swell of London’s cosmopolitan life style. My life has taken on the exuberance and speed I like. Maybe its evidence that my mind is slightly ADHD as I love the pace of the action – people here act, think, and react fast. One’s wits always have to be ready conversationally and for the litany and sheerness of action occurring both in the pubs and on the streets. I couldn’t help but think during a long walk last week through central London and seeing so many baby prams how lucky these wide eyed kids are. Their early subjectivity is being moulded in this molten furnace room of life. That’s a life advantage.
Going out in London is more fun than anywhere I’ve been. There’s always ample opportunity to chat to interesting people, to chat to girls... I once said – per capita the most interesting people in the world are living in London. Everyone has come here to look for that allusive something. Even the English people usually aren’t from London... Out on Bricklane in East London Wednesday I could see the grittiness of the streets. Chavs mixed with hipsters to form a bi polar street dynamic. Then on Friday I was out in Clapham Junction - very different vibe there. A lot more gentrified English, it was younger, posher, people wore shirts and proper shoes. I've done a night out in Primrose Hill - the beautiful oasis like escape from the grit of nearby Camden. There’s a place for everyone to go out here... all demographics are caterd too. The secret is investigating the different areas then finding your own niche.
Conversations in London are flippant, funny, and range across the gamete of topics. Out with some English friends on Saturday, I love how rhetoric is rewarded. The rant is appreciated. People, for the sheer fun of language, are willing to follow a topic right down the proverbial rabbit hole. The fun is in the word play and the artistic feeling of creating an amusing antidote. I saw topics swell and twist in morphed form for ten, twenty minutes on Saturday night, then often comeback for a punch line an hour later. Now, I know why my talking style doesn’t quite match my home city of Edmonton – my time here in the past changed it. It feels like, I’m rediscovering things. The feeling is as if I’m watching an old movie I loved previously ten years on. There’s recognition of everything, it isn’t new. However, the second viewing still brings forth new insights. The love affair between me and London is still passionate and going strong.
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