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They aren't yuppies in all those 'wharfs'. Loads of Polish and Lithuainian students for some reason.

Jealous? Moi? When I was living in the biggest ****-hole in East London? Being called out because they hurt their toe?

Of course.

Some of those flats are like rabbit hutches though, so I wasn't *that* jealous.

Tom Reynolds | Homepage | 15.04.07 - 2:23 p.m. | #

We were kinda-yuppies in Duke Shore on Narrow St (our first flat in London)*. But we were mere wankers living above our means, rather than bankers slumming it. Every morning I would wake up and look out at the river. After the jolt of adrenalin faded, I would nod my head while grinning and say out loud “London, baby!”

Samuel Johnson: you da man (my workplace was next door-but-one to his pad)

*We lasted a year in that flat before we ran out of money and moved to cheaper digs on the isle of dogs, but it was worth it.
My favourite sight on Narrow St? A Ferrari gently picking its way along the street: Instructions to Ferrari owners departing their dockland pad for a drive in the country: (1) Start car (2) carefully exit your underground carpark with front spoiler attached (3) approach the sleeping policeman (4) scrape the front spoiler on the sleeping policeman, mount front wheels on sleeping policeman, scrape underside on sleeping policeman, mount rear wheels on sleeping policeman, ease front wheels off sleeping policeman, scrape front spoiler and underside, ease rear wheels off sleeping policeman, scrape rear under-spoiler, move forward 18 feet to next sleeping policeman Repeat step-4, some 10-times along length of street. The chap in the XK Jag sailed on by with his superior ground clearance. Our 300 quid Astra (which amused our neighbours, or at least the ones who would talk to us) coped adequately, too.

flashgordonnz | 17.04.07 - 3:13 a.m. | #











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