Reasons to be cheerful part 1. from Playground Etiquette
I’m a Londoner, born and bred. Conceived and born within the sound of Bow bells, I know it’s because I’m a Londoner that I love it so. And to the annoyance of my regional friends, I subscribe to the, admittedly dubious, maxim: ‘when a woman is tired of London, she is tired of life’. But I will leave London. Not because I’m bored or my desire for it has waned, but due to necessity. I can’t afford to live here.
My childhood community, in which, as recently as a decade ago, only the working class, migrants and revolutionaries dared inhabit, has finally succumbed to what its great housing stock and proximity to the City has made inevitable. Along with the artists of independent means and media types, we have the pointed-shoes suits who each morning crowd out the 8:15 to Liverpool Street, on their way to make the money that…
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