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Approaching London
As I walk down the rickety Ryanair stairs, the English drizzle blows into my face. I walk over to the terminal building where Nora, my flight attendant, is waiting. I ask her to go out with me and Gillo some time and she agrees. I had been talking to her on the plane about how I didn't know she was a flight attendant when I met her before in McSorley's some weeks previously.
Once downstairs on the train platform, I miss my train by the few seconds that I spent wondering if it was the right train and why did it have business class written on it.
I go back to the shops to kill some time, but they are all closing. Suddenly I see a bar. Hello! Hmm, buy a double and get the mixer free. Nice one.
"Two Technics please." Have you got Gemimi mixers? Ho ho, I kill myself.
I sit down at the bar window with my double vodka and Coke. Many men in their 20s are sitting alone. I spend a few minutes devising a system where you get a card that says either "welcome" or "do not disturb" so people travelling alone don't have to drink alone.
Looking over there is a restaurant that was BK or M the last time I saw it. It occurs to me that I haven't eaten since lunch and it's well into the evening now.
Down to the trains again and Jump aboard a waiting train and make my way into London. |
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Leaving
London
As my train leaves Liverpool Street Station I recall how much I relied on London Transport over my trip. Mairead had said that I'd enjoy using the underground and she was right. She and Mandy told me that I'd love London and they were right.
Despite Ben's constant put-downs and pessimism I thought it was a marvellous place. I saw Soho, Covent Garden, The Tate, Piccadilly Circus, Harrods, and Somerset House. I was in a tiny Spanish bar, another pub pretending to be a restaurant "I have room for four people if they eat something." I stayed in a nice hotel in the west end among all the theatres and shops.
The light is slipping away now and the journey home seems negligible and irrelevant. When I get back to Dublin I want to embrace the city more than ever. I want to see everything, do everything. London is a great city but we live in Dublin. There's no point lamenting that fact, so we might as well make the most of it. And Dublin is a fine city to make the most of. | ![]() |
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