22 August 2004, 08:03
London
It is amazing how easily you forget how good something is until after it is gone. Interestingly, you also forget how much you didn’t like something until you experience it again. Take mushrooms, for example – no matter how many times I try them, they still make me gag. The same seems to be true for the city of London. I hated it the last time I was here and I still don’t particularly like it. It is nice to be in a country where people speak English, but it is just so big. And dirty. And expensive. And loud.
Now, I see the benefits of forgetting bad things – as a natural mechanism for repression – but sometimes it is a good thing. Just like you want to remember that the red element on the stove will burn you, you should also remember that you didn’t particularly want to return to London just to visit.
Okay, enough similes. Sorry.