Ode to the city dwellers.
Shout-out
to the Londoners.
The
ones who wear suits and carry briefcases stuffed with papers, who have
work phones and read the Evening Standard.
The ones that commute in every day, and never complain about a fatality delaying them as they get their usual trains home to their precious families.
The ones that commute in every day, and never complain about a fatality delaying them as they get their usual trains home to their precious families.
The
ones who make full use of that cafe on the Strand for important
meetings.
The ones who tweet photos of the sunrise from their office windows.
The ones who decorate their desks with photos and bunting, and bring in birthday cake for their colleagues...even though the rule is for them to get their own.
The ones who tweet photos of the sunrise from their office windows.
The ones who decorate their desks with photos and bunting, and bring in birthday cake for their colleagues...even though the rule is for them to get their own.
The
ones who have 7-7 shifts most days but still go to work socials every
other night to network, connect – and get to know the people
they share desks with.
Shout-out
to the Londoners.
The
ones who fearlessly go on dates in central on Saturday night
despite living in zone 5.
The
ones who acknowledge the buskers in the tiled corridors of the
underground stations.
The
ones who press the buttons at crossings and wait patiently for the
green man.
The
ones who cycle everywhere – god, you're brave.
The
ones who have tattoos peeking out from under sleeves, shining bold
and bright beneath pairs of tights.
Shout-out
to the Londoners.
The
ones who say everywhere in central is within walking distance; that
the city is simply a mash-up of a thousand villages. (They're usually
right)
The
ones who people-watch, sitting outside Kings Cross with nowhere to go
and time to kill, a heavy suitcase at their feet and a light heart bouncing in their chest.
The
ones with bright hair that sort of yells at you, and eyeliner flicks
that definitely intimidate you.
The ones who look up and see the tops of buildings. Who daydream about living above an erotic book shop on Tottenham Court Road.
The ones who look up and see the tops of buildings. Who daydream about living above an erotic book shop on Tottenham Court Road.
Shout-out
to the Londoners.
The
ones who let me stay overnight, to whom I can only offer bottles of wine
or packs of cigs as a thank you.
Shout-out
to the Londoners. I love seeing you when I visit. You're all rather
extraordinary. I hope I can be one of you someday.
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ReplyDeleteMel ★ http://www.meleaglestone.co.uk
Thanks so much, angel! xoxo
DeleteThis is ever so lovely! It's almost making me feel as though I'm sat in a coffee shop, just people watching all these individuals.
ReplyDeleteMeg | Elmpetra
Thank you, my darl. You're the loveliest. People-watching is so exciting - in a cafe, on a station platform, even from the backseat of a car! xo
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