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Sarf Landan, innit.

19:22 / 11.10.02

I understand the local people to be dismissive about what goes on south of the river. Well, I love it, after a whole week of working and living full time in Landan. The cats love it too. Ganesh on tap! I love my new colleagues (considerably assisted there by not having had to do any actual work all week). Have (sneakily) posted only once on the Lith though, perhaps I'll be braver when I get my own computer in a week or so.

I can see the sky, without any nasty big London buildings in the way: the sun coming up and going down. Undoubtedly hotter down here. No tubes to speak of but I get a bus which takes ten minutes to get me most of the way to work. The pubs, the clubs, the patisseries, the lovely men! Mmmmmm.... Why was I not informed sooner?

Forget all the financial hassles and the pall which British utilities companies inevitably cast over any change of location. Forget the inept (and moderately venal) landlord. Cuddly elephant god in my bed every night, after the long year of Friday Hellos and Sunday Goodbyes, is a joyful and rapturous thing.

Never again! Life is too short. I wish I'd been braver sooner (that may have to go on my gravestone...) Go South, Young Man!

19:46 / 11.10.02

Your lack of bitterness about your surroundings indicates that you have not yet become a native south londoner. Give it time.

19:59 / 11.10.02

Sounds like a massive life upgrade, Zocher. My hearty congratulations!

14:07 / 12.10.02

Ah, but I can never be native South Londoner, Mr fridge. I will always be an immigrant to the swampy underbelly of Old Father Thames but I care not a jot - I still love it all. Even got excited because I was walking in a heavy rainstorm round the London streets this morning, for the first time. Still smiled when I inadvertently caught the wrong tube and found myself in Clapham. Clubs I used to have to pay a £40 taxi fare to get home from are a five minute walk away. The tubes heading southwards on a Friday night are choked with gilded youth and leathery members of the Sisterhood. I shall wait until November to adopt my more customary world-weary cynic pose again.

Does feel a bit like an upgrade, gridley, thanks. My life has been cosmetically enhanced and I am keen not to let myself slump into taking any of this good stuff for granted. I expect normal service will be resumed when I'm freezing at the bus stop of a morning or have to get to Lewisham or Croydon for 9 a.m.

But not yet!

15:07 / 12.10.02

Great to hear you're settling in, it must be wonderful for you both. And realising that buses are Good. Just bear in mind that the drivers only stop if they fancy you - it can mean a long journey home sometimes.

I have a confession to make - after a few more recent visits sarf of the river, I've found I like the place much more than I realised. If I wanted to stay in London, I'd be looking for a job and home dahn there. Amazing.

15:56 / 12.10.02

Alright mate! Yeah dahn sarf is alwight as long as you don't go anywhere near Croydon

. Lewisham is quite alright very easy to get to and from as the train, bus and DLR all stop there. Also if you want the countryside just pop to Bromley.
Hmmm which clubs do you mean, the ones I want to go to are all in north london, with long night bus/extortionate cub fare to pay?

16:38 / 12.10.02

Ah, but you'll be going to the clubs for the elegantly coiffed, Al, whereas I go to the clubs where nobody has any hair on their heads at all. I was thinking of the Hoist, Fist, Duckie, Crash, XXL...

Mind you, we are so broke since my move, we can't afford yet to go anywhere. Rubber and leather wardrobes going mouldy through lack of use. Once we have some financial breathing space again we can do all sorts of things you couldn't do in Edinburgh.

I am going to miss the Spotted Dog in Willesden High Street though, with its bright red snakebite and the miasma of testosterone and braggadoccio from its regular congregation of surfer-dude Aussie boys. Some interesting looking hostelries round in the new vicinity too, though.

pointless and uncalled for

11:54 / 13.10.02

Welcome to the last refuge, den of the damned. Glad to be back in town meself. Dropped in to see Yilmaz the Undying the other night, curry sauce innit.

For future reference it's Saahf London now. Sarf is so last decade.

12:06 / 13.10.02

Welcome to the South London clique. The hazing rituals will begin shortly. Prepare yourselves.

16:32 / 13.10.02

(Hmm. I'd have succumbed to the Mozular urge to call this thread 'Vauxhall & Us' - but I guess that would've been a tad sickly...)

Yes, I am indeed warming to the many pleasures of the Saaarf: just a pity we're so cleaned out, what with a year of double-mortgage-renting plus the whopping deposit on the new place, that we can't actually afford to avail ourselves of many of 'em. *sigh*

Currently swithering over whether to rent or sell the Edinburgh flat. Given that we're likely to be Sarf Lahndaners for a good year before looking to buy, renting seems like the better option. Just really really looking forward to a time when we've ironed out the worst of the financial hassles and can relax...

Tryphena Absent

09:28 / 14.10.02

It's like a foreign country, south of the river, bbbrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Just thought I'd get my bias out there! Hello, I'm jealous, I'm in Wales!

12:02 / 14.10.02

Mmmwaaa HAHA

Glad you like it, the Sarf is the real London, the north is just sooo fake.

In order to make stalking much more easier I'm moving back to Vauxhall at the end of the month...to live in your closet.

12:21 / 14.10.02

Our bijou little flat has only two closets. I'd recommend the one with the central heating boiler in it. & the files with the details of all the cliques Cholister and I have gatecrashed. The other one's where the cat litter's kept.

You're really a spook, Bear, ain't ya? Or now that I've guessed your secret, will the men in black from MI6 be coming for me to neuralyse me?

Welcome back to these shores, peripatetic potus. Pleased that someone has relocated in the right direction after the recent Exodus of Jah People.

Janina, beguiled down to Wales eh? Been to see Castell Coch yet? It's splendid and about the only thing I can remember about my one trip to Wales many aeons past.

Our Lady of The Two Towers

13:38 / 14.10.02

Bear Glad you like it, the Sarf is the real London, the north is just sooo fake.

Oooooh, them's fighting words. I've got a plank here and I'm planing your name into it boy...

pointless and uncalled for

13:44 / 14.10.02

Bloody Norf Londoners. Can't even use the right tool for the job.

How the hell do you think you're going to get away with planing a name into a piece of wood. Any self respecting Saaahf Londoner or carpenter would use a chisel.

13:57 / 14.10.02

Leave it mate, he aint worf it.