Growing up in a London suburb was a bit frustrating. We didn't live near
enough to the city centre to be
able to make a quick trip there. It took about an hour by tube. Nor were
we out in the 'green belt'
countryside around London, so the only connection we had with nature were
a few trees in our street and
the local park.
Travelling into London to shop on Oxford Street or hit a West End pub or
club was a rare occurrence. I
remember one Saturday night, with nothing much to do, my best mate Graham
and I decided to drive
into London in his car. We had enough money for petrol, but we couldn't
afford the high prices of inner-city
bars, so we spent the night cruising around the West-end in Grahams Ford
Christmas was the exception. Presents had to be bought, so a yearly trip
to the West End of London was
practically obligatory. We always went in by tube and had lunch in one of
the big department stores like
Selfridges or John Lewis. Never Harrods; That was too expensive! I
remember the crowds of shoppers in
the streets, the noise of the traffic, the cold December wind and my
aching feet at the end of a long day
walking around the shops.
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