I know, I know. Let’s just leave it at that, shall we?
About halfway through our weeklong trip to London, two weeks ago, I was going to write something about the city being dark, dirty, disturbing and all the other things people say about London. All of which are true. But boring. I think it may feel more poisonous to its residents than other cities — because of its age, its tragic history, its labyrinthine “structure” — but every city takes a bit more than it gives. London just takes more than most.
I still love it, though. Because I’m a sucker for the tragic history part. And I know how to use my Mini A to Z. But it pissed me off a little this time, because I wasn’t prepared for it to be such a crappy host. When I lived there, I had plenty of time to play by its rules. But when I’m on vacation, I want my temporary town to be open to my whims. I guess I should have known better. The pubs close at 11. Stores shutter up at six. There is no hot spot for a nice brunch. You’d better eat by eight in the evening or you’re screwed. London wants you to be on its schedule or you’re going to bed without dinner, young lady. I think all those ghosts still run the place. They want you off their streets at a decent hour so they can keep all the good beer for themselves.
But that’s old news now. All hail, laziness!
We’re headed to LA this weekend, and whilst I’m there, I will be thinking about how to redesign this site (with help from people who know what they’re doing) because it has grown tiresome to me. I feel like a rich, white male executive whose eye has begun to stray from his faithful wife of twenty years to that lovely young junior account rep. You know the one. With the legs. Yowza!
I’m such a bastard! I hope this site takes me for all I’m worth. I hope it gets the house in the Hamptons. I so have that coming.
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Read my article, Better Writing Through Design, on No. 242 of A List Apart.