On London
The Move
I recently moved from the back waters of North Wales to the smokey streets of the capital. The move was mostly motivated by selfish ambition and the relief of those 5 hour journeys to see my dear girlfriend in Cambridge.
London is big. My flat, The Tube and my place of work is most of what I see of it.
The Flat
The flat is fine, if a bit Victorian in terms of plumbing. It's on a quiet road and it, as my flatmate Jamie might put it, 'has character'.
I share the flat with two guys from uni. One is a techy working for a big bank. He rakes it in. The other is, for the moment, a teacher.
The Tube
The Tube is becoming more tolerable - I've learned the London way - to find the places with the lowest concentration of other bodies, and to disregard those who insist on passing judgement of your movements through use of the 'tut'. It's becoming more tolerable now that my fear of reading, after having to read the most dry material imaginable at university, has lifted.
The Work
Work is fun, and not nearly as stressful as I imagine other Londoners have to deal with. I'm now leading a team and doing mostly back-end development work for a web-based reuseable ordering and automated product fulfilment system for domain and web hosting companies. It's all in Ruby and Rails, and so I couldn't ask for a better, more progressive development environment. The deadline is Friday and it looks like we'll just about make it. And I'm learning.
The Other Bits
London is arguably not as pretty as North Wales. However, it has a kind of stark, filthy beauty. I seem to live, like many others, in Terraceville.
The docklands canals are quite attractive, however, like a modern day Venice with smoke and a couple of skyscrapers for good measure. It's obviously expanding rapidly and could soon be a mini-Manhattan.
Like most places in Britain, I think London is at its best in the Winter.
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