Nat’s Big Green Land

Born Aussie And Proud

I am Australian. Ask me about snakes and that and I got it covered. Want to know about sharks and I might be able to have a good guess, just because I have a few mates who have seen them in the wild in close quarters–But ask me about London and I draw a big fat blank; you may as well ask me about warts treatment (I don’t think I have one wart on my whole body, but despite the sun being big in Australia I do get sun-burnt…). So on the way to the city yesterday I asked a friend on the tube (by that I mean a mate I go to work with, not a random Londoner, no way!) what the deal was, since I am so new to London and need a bit of educating, to say the least. He said it was like this:

“Londoners have to fight to get to work every day. Fight to catch the tube, fight to get anywhere. And that isn’t even anything compared to the weekend! On the weekend it’s a nightmare. Every tourist in the world seems to descend on The Big Smoke and get in the way of all the people who live there. There is no escape. On the tubes the tourists stand on the left hand side and stop people from getting through, and it drives us crazy!”

Now I was starting to get the picture. Have I made the right decision to move to London from the Australian outback? Only time will tell–