what is both interesting and worrying to me about london (or londoners rather) is the often met tendency for a bit of martyrological spicing up of the big city hustle.
no wonder not many are happy, you cannot be with bread of this quality.
I don't want to go back all the way to "why the fuck would you stay on this island with shitty weather?", because that seems rather pointless.
Still, I do get a sense some of this shit they are sitting in - is their own shit.
Londoners are masochists.
They don't want to have right angles nor flat floors in their houses.
They do not fancy warm food, they want the tesco's ploughmans sandwich straight from the fridge and a bag of crisps.
Yes there are a lot of people in this city who are struggling, but I do get a feeling some of the not-so-badly doing ones love to cosplay the struggle and have a wank over it, too.
Even middle class fucking targeted ads refer to the fact that London is tough and oh yes it does take certainly take serious balls to get through a day in this shitter.