A few rather uninteresting things to say before I continue to tell you about London.

I am making a trip to London on Monday, this is to visit the Osteopath, collect my post and possibly get a free haircut at the hairdressing college. I have had three cuts there, the first one was fine, the second one was bad and the third one sorted out a bad cut and made it into the best most stylish hair that I have ever had, I have to say I have looked pretty ok with the last haircut, but it is growing out now.
The Osteopathy is very much needed as my head and neck are seizing up and painful, I have taken ibruprophen as it is the most effective even though I am not meant to take it due to my asthma.

Yesterday at the daycentre there was a very loud brash lad saying that this town  has nothing and was comparing it to London, my memory of London is fighting for soggy food on the strand and being hit and shoved out the way by immigrants, and endless walking to get a shower or medical treatment or anything, this town provides well for the homeless and has all the necessary facilities and shops, you can get a shower almost immediately, you can get good food with very little queing and you can get endless internet access and good medical care. I made the mistake of saying this and he completely rubbished me, why do I bother speaking to people who want to complain about the world? anyway, my final word was that you can when you are homeless you can complain about any town you like. Am I being arrogant? maybe, but if he is so bitter about this town then maybe he should simply move on, I found London harsh but there were things and people I liked there, daycentre staff, the people who did the Friday and Monday night food runs, my little group of homeless pals who I hung out with in the last month in London, treasure hunting on Waterloo Station, which always brought me money that had been dropped, travelcards, stickers for a cup of tea, all kinds of things. I even liked the sleeping area that I found but I was harassed there by the outreach and associated people, I remember being given a double duvet that I used as a matress and I used my sleeping bag as a covering and I was as warm and comfy as it was possible to be, lovely, until the rain came. London was ok, it was harsh because I couldn't walk well and there was so much walking, I also felt claustrophobic, and I got to a point where I couldn't get myself to the daycentres easily or fight for my food at the food runs.

so here I am, out of London.