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London
I’ve had a peachy time in london these past two days, however, there are a few things one must remember when there next.
Firstly, when ‘riding the tube’, do not hesitate to enter the train. Yes I was a tube virgin, and I was overwhelmed by the crowds, and the rudeness etc. And so I hesitated when boarding the carriage and when I finally decided to get on - wham! I am indeed wedged stuck in between the doors as the train starts to move, leaving a fellow passenger to rescue me whilst others merely batted an eyelid (Londoners for you).
Secondly, never again choose an art gallery over the Tower of London. What the hell was I thinking? Tate Modern, oh lord. Instead of frolicking about a castle hunting down Anne Boleyn’s ghost; I was amongst the most pretentious twits, all of which were scratching their heads, deep in thought of what this piece could mean, when all I can see is a blank white fucking square.
Lastly, look where you are going. Another classic mishap, walking into an all men’s bar, which clearly states ‘Reserved for men only’. One chap, a posh type with a pocket watch, even turned to say ‘Can I help you?’ in a voice similar to Dumbledore.
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