I was looking forward to this.
I was heading back home after an awesome Snow Patrol concert at the magnificent 02.
The Jubilee Line traversed the city, emptying itself of its late-evening passengers on platforms waiting for a long day to end.
I made the 45-minute journey from East London to West, sat by myself, amidst the crumpled free-sheets. And all that time, this was the refrain in my head.
Urgent, energetic, enthusiastic.
I think I fell in love, proper-like, then. London became my city.
And I fell in love with myself all over again. It was about time too.
Monday, 24 May 2010
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