The end of the beginning.
My first week in London has been good. I haven’t been mugged, raped, stabbed or happy-slapped and I have managed to avoid doing any of those things to anyone else. I’ve retained a little of my wide-eyed optimism and haven’t taken any body-blows so far.
I’ve come to appreciate a few things (free newspapers, endless convenience stores, massive ethnic diversity, round-the-clock access to nutters) but the news managed to destroy my enjoyment of one little treat: the excellent public transport.
The London Underground: Tense
People might whinge about it, but to someone from a place where public transport goes as far as decrepit hourly buses to bigger towns that manage to snake through every village in the vicinity for several hours, London’s transport system is like the future, but now. With myriad intriguing sights and attractions at the touch of an Oyster card, it’s an exciting time for me, I can tell you.
Unfortunately, my tributary to central London and beyond – the Northern Line – is going to be closed for 82 weekends from July. I’ve only been using it a week and haven’t had enough time to take it for granted, but quite a few people are miffed.
Check back in 6 months to see my complacent fury in full flow.
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