Yeah, I had the postcard from a DJ friend when I left London (who's tired of London is tired of life) - not true. But explain this to me: a woman (my colleague) stumbles on the steps into the Undergound, downwards, and is stepped on by London commuters. The trains are always late. Your cars get knocked the mirrors off and the tyres nailed when you park up for the night. So you have a flat tyre every other week, which prevents you from getting to the hospital when you need it, until you change cars and whoever holds a grudge on you does not know what you are driving anymore? I don't hate London, London is the reason I came to the UK, but I no longer love it. When I got to London everyone smiled and had a good time, when I go to London now everyone looks miserable. I'd rather live in the coiuntry and drive an Abarth, thank you. And my salary is far better after 10 years in the country than it ever was in London. Thanks again.
