Back down South this weekend. Not London but commuterland in Surrey near Camberley,
Spent Monday in the Capital, and walking across the Thames on the way from from Waterloo station to Charing Cross Road, I felt the usual pang of homesickness, even after an absence of 20 plus years.
But I don't belong there anymore, it's not my London anymore.
London belongs to the young and the childless, those who don't mind the hassle, the noise. It belongs to the people who like to disappear into the crowd. It belongs to the World not to me.
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