What I like best about my city is the many, many opportunities to daydream about living somewhere else.
Why I love my city!
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If I ever leave London, I will be sorry to go. I like the endless variety, and the fact that there is always some place new I've never seen or been. I could probably explore it for the rest of my days and still not get done finding new things to do. I like that it's a melting pot. I like the anonymity. I like the politeness and variety of Londoners. I am always surprised at what lies beyond it's boarders, and not in a good way. 
I like, I like, I like!
This song really does a good job of describing the feeling of the city:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SvVzMIJH9P4
I like, I like, I like!This song really does a good job of describing the feeling of the city:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SvVzMIJH9P4
If I ever leave London, I will be sorry to go. I like the endless variety, and the fact that there is always some place new I've never seen or been. I could probably explore it for the rest of my days and still not get done finding new things to do. I like that it's a melting pot. I like the anonymity. I like the politeness and variety of Londoners. I am always surprised at what lies beyond it's boarders, and not in a good way.
I had the opportunity to visit central London quite a few times in the last few years - mostly for business trips and suchlike, but the centre of London had all the bustle and romance I wished I could have cherished when I was younger. Instead, I grew up far away from all that, somewhere in Greater London, where it was still noisy and busy, and didn't really appreciate all that. Still, it's hard to do so when you're 4, although on the other hand it was at the time that Madness reached their peak.
^ Madness are from the area where I grew up. 
And hey, you're not so far away that you can't take day trips simply for pleasure rather than flying through on business.
And hey, you're not so far away that you can't take day trips simply for pleasure rather than flying through on business.
Neat.^ Madness are from the area where I grew up.
Apparently only 2 hours from St. Pancras now.
Sheffield's weird. Everywhere's uphill. Even on the way back to where you walked uphill from. At no point are you ever going downhill.
Went to Hull, once. Stag night. Got very drunkl. Argued with huge bouncer. Managed to avoid getting marmalized by said bouncer 'cos I made him laugh. Hooray!
OK - I like my town 'cos it has an underground river, it's nice and quiet, and has excellent bakeries that sell many fine pasties and sammiches.
... and never leave.
I think that's on the Welcome To... signs.... and never leave.
I think that's on the Welcome To... signs.... and never leave.
It was famously said of that city, "See Naples and die." There are quite a few other places in the UK where that adage also applies... literally.
Hey, I resemble that remark!I live in freakin' Los Angeles. Aside from the earthquakes, the brushfires, the mudslides, the riots, the freeway congestion, the fact that it takes at least an hour to get anywhere by car and twice as long by bus, the religious wackos, the political wackos, the plastic people and the plastic breasts, what's not to like?
You forgot the pollution, the heat, the filth on everything and the homeless people sleeping under awnings.
Lovely place.
L.A. is NOT FILTHY! And in my neighborhood at least, most of the homeless people sleep in bus shelters.
Does that make them easier to get into bed?The fact that during Fashion Week the city is stoked full of supermodels with very low self-esteem.
I think that's on the Welcome To... signs.... and never leave.
It was famously said of that city, "See Naples and die." There are quite a few other places in the UK where that adage also applies... literally.
Maybe the sign for Hull should say "The City with the Funny Syphilis"
I love getting on the train and sitting across from a very portly and flamboyant, well-dressed man holding a bouquet of flowers and singing "I Love the Disco," then, launching into the most brilliant comic routine in ages (whether intended or not): "...and when you're my age, you'll be bald too! But don't let that worry you, my young boys, don't let that make you fret. My ladies, they think a bald-headed man is sexy. They do. And some of my ladies are bald too. And they wear wigs...but you'd better not pull those wigs off, oh no! Some of my ladies are 70, 80 years old! And you know they're frustrated for loving!..."
I couldn't stop laughing!
I couldn't stop laughing!
Wonderful climate, little traffic/few stoplights, bikini-clad tourists, laid-back lifestyle (people only wear suits on October 31), dolphins, manatees, relative absence of the religious right.
Yeah, that was the underlying meaning of the phrase....Does that make them easier to get into bed?The fact that during Fashion Week the city is stoked full of supermodels with very low self-esteem.
More seriously, I love all of my cities. The city I was born for being a forgotten hub of ancient mysticism, the cradle of Italian unity and an engine for the struggle of the working class. The city I grew for living to its narrative of the liberal capital of the country, with its ancient university, its industrious yet libertine people and its well-grounded sense of community. The city I live in for the opportunity it gave me, its cutting edge technology and lifestyle, its weird mix of old-fashionate business types and wild-living hipsters.
Italy is a funny place to live.
The second one is Bologna I guess, what's the first one?
Randy, i love you!