Bornunder Returns
Having come up with no better ideas about how to spend my birthday I decided to revisit my home of old "sheffield"
Funny though because when your away from somwhere you begin to develop romanticised ideas about how much you loved it.
Not unlike when you phone your ex whilst out your face and lonley to beg for one more chance at making things work, In my minds eye I pictured a beautiful gleaming forest of architecture, bustling with friendly northerners going about theyre peacful daily business as the sun glints and refracts off the towering glass office blocks, and yes...I hear the sweet sound of thousands of city noises harmonising to perfection, whispering of promises that there is indeed life outside my two bed terrace, 2 dogs and job training plebs to answer phones.
But as with the ex scenario, when you wake up the day after in bed with them and find that not only have they retained the immensley annoying personality traits that spurred you into terminating the relationship first time round, but theyve developed a few new ones just to spite you...Had sheffield been that ex it would have also given me a good dose of chlamidyia into the bargain.
It is still a badly planned badly exectued design of a city. Full of taxi drivers that will drive you to your destination three streets away via cornwall and charge you three and a half grand for the privelage. The poeple, indeed, go about theyre daily business, but it is mainly muggings and drug dealing and the gleaming forest of architecture looks like it was designed with the specification "make it big, square and grotty, throw in the odd window and door"
I expect if the sun ever does penetrate the thick layer of smog and traffic fumes that shroud the city like a toxic shawl, then it would have an incredibly hard time glinting and refracting off the inch thick layer of crud that coats every smooth surface you may care to consider.
In short, Ive realised that whilst my 2.4 canines and insanely unjustified council tax rates may not be much to go by..it is definitely at least 47 percent more appealing than living in a box room above a starbucks in a city where the streets are paved with junkies.
Funny though because when your away from somwhere you begin to develop romanticised ideas about how much you loved it.
Not unlike when you phone your ex whilst out your face and lonley to beg for one more chance at making things work, In my minds eye I pictured a beautiful gleaming forest of architecture, bustling with friendly northerners going about theyre peacful daily business as the sun glints and refracts off the towering glass office blocks, and yes...I hear the sweet sound of thousands of city noises harmonising to perfection, whispering of promises that there is indeed life outside my two bed terrace, 2 dogs and job training plebs to answer phones.
But as with the ex scenario, when you wake up the day after in bed with them and find that not only have they retained the immensley annoying personality traits that spurred you into terminating the relationship first time round, but theyve developed a few new ones just to spite you...Had sheffield been that ex it would have also given me a good dose of chlamidyia into the bargain.
It is still a badly planned badly exectued design of a city. Full of taxi drivers that will drive you to your destination three streets away via cornwall and charge you three and a half grand for the privelage. The poeple, indeed, go about theyre daily business, but it is mainly muggings and drug dealing and the gleaming forest of architecture looks like it was designed with the specification "make it big, square and grotty, throw in the odd window and door"
I expect if the sun ever does penetrate the thick layer of smog and traffic fumes that shroud the city like a toxic shawl, then it would have an incredibly hard time glinting and refracting off the inch thick layer of crud that coats every smooth surface you may care to consider.
In short, Ive realised that whilst my 2.4 canines and insanely unjustified council tax rates may not be much to go by..it is definitely at least 47 percent more appealing than living in a box room above a starbucks in a city where the streets are paved with junkies.
posted by bornunder at 6:14 PM
3 Comments:
ha ha, i heard you met 'the parents' yesterday!!! :oP
Paradise.
thankyou fru, thats just the kind of comment Ive come to expect form somone whos alter ego is called trev!
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