This is a story about travelling...

Ah, back in the shadow of the towers of broken dreams, at long last. I was very well looked after over Christmas, but there's nowhere quite like home, is there?

I've fought hard to get back to London and make it work, so I'm somewhat superstitious about ever leaving the capital.

There are a lot of dreamers and runaways who try to come to London and seek their fortune, but they fuck off home to Mum if it all goes tits up. London is my home and I have no backup option.

I was made to feel very welcome in the home of my host, over Christmas, but we all need somewhere to call our own, don't we?

I never wanted to live near Canary Wharf, but I always wanted to live by water. Who wouldn't? Central London can be lovely, quiet and beautiful. It's the never-ending overcrowded suburbs that are the pits: zone 99 on the tube. Steer clear of the hoi polloi and tourist hordes and London has everything you could ever want.

It was enjoyable to get out into the rural countryside, but it's not sustainable is it? What the fuck would you do for work: to earn a living and pay the mortgage?

And so, I've got life the right way round in my opinion: walk to work during the week and then drive to the countryside at the weekend. Relaxing in quiet villages, enjoying the rural idyll, and then back to reality on Monday morning. I can never understand why commuters subject themselves to such misery and exhaustion.

Those village greens, cricket whites, country pubs, woodland walks, ancient oaks and British wildlife... they're reserved for rich retired people and lottery winners. To try and have it all would only compromise you; spread you thin.

For sure, it'd be good to have a huge detached house with acres of land, letting the kids play in the massive garden, having some dogs. But, the economy got fucked up by the baby boomers, who expect to retire in obscene luxury, while their kids and grandkids pay the price: job insecurity, low pay, overinflated house prices, long working hours, no respect, no prospects, fucked climate, over-competitive educational system and everything else that makes modern life miserable, depressing and anxiety-inducing.

I'm pragmatic, so my solution is to stick close to where the jobs are, not waste my time and energy on stupid pipe dreams that only those with inherited wealth could ever hope to enjoy.

Tags: #london