I went to Rochester at the weekend and on New Deal it cost me 6 pounds return. So I get to Lewisham station and buy a train lunch. A bag of walkers prawn cocktail, a chicken mayo mayofree sandwich and a limited edition cola orange drink. I sit on the train and look out the window. It is a lovely sunny day and there isn't a rain cloud in the sky to offend the eye. So the train rolls out on its way to Rochester. I arrived at Rochester shortly after crossing the Medway. Gleaming sparkles of boats lined up on small banks, the sunlight glistening on the water and a slight breeze is apparent. I get off the station and walk up to Chatham high street. Unbelievable, I feel much better already. I feel as though London is many miles away. As I walk up cobbled streets and see old houses, I sense a calm atmosphere, people have smiles on their faces and everything is at a slower pace. It is like getting of a spinning carousel and suddenly everything is quiet. Parents are responsible, no hoodies or children of the corn to be seen, no intimidation. Even a few drunks on the stair case didn't bother me. Infact they said sorry. So I browse the highstreet and went into Micks fish shop. Got chatting very easily. He threw me in a free savaloy and the fish tasted lovely and flakey. I strolled up to the Strand and looked at the water, birds dancing or flying off into the distance. After lunch I went on a bus to Chatham maritime. Nothing much to see but felt at ease as I briefly touched on St Mary's island. I returned to London feeling sad that I had to leave such a wonderful place. I noted in my diary how friendly people were and how polite they seemed. There was no stress heads, no bad mannered kids and many people were simply laying on the grassy banks of the Strand in small hippy circles. Had I returned to a better time. Nah, I just got out of London. I return to London and the pace of life is sped up. Once again I am acrosted by children of the corn, free range kids and have that sense of intimidation that I lost the moment I stepped out of London. So do you think London is one of the most unfriendliest places in Britain?
well Ive noticed how london has a bad effect on many people makes them surly london swanks and often times mighty rude
nope. farmington new mexico, while beautiful, is packed full of the meanest buncha rattlesnake on a hot rock bastards ever. fucking evil.
It's definitely the most unfriendly place I've ever visited. Haven't seen a smile on a stranger's face there yet.
i don't think being fake is ever handy. you should never hide who you really are or pretend to be something you are not. there's no point. doesn't matter if it's real life or online. what's wrong with just being yourself?
really? i totally disagree. it's so handy for weeding out those people who take themselves WAY TOO SERIOUSLY. like young luke here. he's easy to bait.
you just jumped all over that asshole thing way too quickly. you tend to do that. it's like poking at my younger brother with a stick.
where i said you all seem like assholes to me and americans pretend to be nice. but then, i am an american, and thus naturally aggravating. so i have an unfair advantage.