So on the hottest day of the year, on board a crowded, overheated district line tube, I began to write this blog that I initially thought had a point, turns out it doesn't. It's just a whole load of ranting about my problems in London Town... Oh lord, brace yourself.
1.Tourists
I thought I'd start with, what I believe to be the driving force behind London's problems; tourists. I know, I know, without the tourists this city wouldn't be what it is today blah blah blah. Yes, this may be the case but can I please suggest that as they land in this country they can be given a "How not to piss off the Brit's" guide book- I think it would really contribute to world peace. This guide I speak of, would consist of London rules that the people living here just seem to, um.. get. I feel like it's kind of a 'Cult Code' - ooo how catchy. If you are not from these parts, the rules will be no doubt be mentioned in my further ramblings. (I really should patent this 'Guide Book' idea..)
2. Pick your feet up and move a bit faster.
It's a busy city, especially at rush hour and commuters just want to get to their destination without people getting in their way. (Note: never piss commuters off, ever.) Whether you're shopping, taking a stroll, climbing some stairs etc. can I please ask you MOVE. Honestly, nobody gives a fuck what you are doing, just that you are travelling at the same speed as everyone else and not holding up the masses of people.
PS. There is really no need to take a picture of that tree, they're the same as where you're from. So put your camera down and walk..
3. Remove your sunglasses from your face, you're underground.
I don't know if it's just me who this grinds on but it is one of my biggest pet hates. If your sat in the dark, underground where there is NO sun, why do you need your sunglasses on? Why does it bother me so much, you ask? I have no clue. If you're that important so that you don't want people to see your precious face, why are you on the tube in the first place?
4. That really long road with too many people.
Some may know this as Oxford Street. Avoid at all costs. I would honestly rather walk the streets of Brixton at 2am with my tits out than go down here, especially on a Saturday near Primark. Ugh. If you do find yourself nearby, get your elbows out and get your march on. If you're prepared to look like a dick, I find it easier to run as fast as you can in and out of people, you get to where you want to be quicker and you're already miles away before someone gets you for banging into them, genius I know.
5. Queing for the bus.. or not.
Is it just us in Yorkshire that do this? It seems in London that making a queue for a bus is completely unheard of. It makes perfect sense, you get to the bus stop first, you get on the bus first? Apparently not. I was alarmed when I first got on the bus here that everyone attempts to dive through the doors of the bus, at the same time. It doesn't take a genius to work out that this, never ends well.
6. People up North really are nicer.
I am yet to find somewhere that has nice, friendly staff that give great customer service. I honestly think, I'd
get more of a smile out of my laptop whilst online shopping. It's unbelievable, I have complained about and argued with more sales assistants in the last 5 months than I have in my life. Main places to watch that have THE WORST service, Pizza Hut - Picaddily Circus, Sainsbury's in Putney and New Look on Oxford Street. It always seems to be me that gets stuck with the mouthy one on tills or the one who a waitress gets cheeky with - much to the delight of my friends who get great entertainment out of it. Smile love, it doens't cost anything.
7. Let us off the tube.
Just like the buses, people fight their way to get onto the tube. They just seem to risk their lives to get through the doors when, there's always another one coming in about 2 minutes. I have one simple request when you burst through the doors.. LET PEOPLE GET OFF FIRST. Where have people's manners gone?
The ones getting off will have endured hell for god knows how long, arm pits in faces and someone sat on their lap- they just wanna get off, and when they have done - you can happily hop on the tube of death. Simples.
Luckily for you, and luckily for my peace of mind. I am done. Surprisingly, I despise negativity and moaning - which you will not believe for a second if you follow me on twitter, but it's true. So this blog will last me about a year til I find something that tips me over the edge, again. I feel like I have to end this on something really positive so you'll forget how negative this actually was..
So,
ummmm..
Fuck.. I cant think of anything.
Oh wait, cheese tastes proper good.
Phew.
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