Following a major hiccup in life’s journey I find myself back in Sadiq’s concrete jungle amidst all the hustle and bustle of town life, no more the peaceful fells of the Northern Lakes. London is not my favourite place at the moment, thanks to a mayor who thinks exclusion zones for traffic are the answer to all the capital’s problems. The inner M25 is now to be added to the no go area for bangers like mine and unless I can come up with the dosh to replace my vintage Audi TT, the future is not looking good. Given the fact that me old knees are seriously on their way out I reckon it could be moped time for me very soon. As a proud loyal native walking into the sunset years I feel hard done by, and I am seriously thinking of taking the Channel crossing in order to seek a better life for myself elsewhere.
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