This city is tough, I'm telling you.
Exhibit A: my local tube stop on a saturday afternoon.
Exhibit B: the view from my bedroom window (in spring).
Exhibit C: the stampede of crazy people who vy for a place in the London Marathon.
Exhibit D: the hordes of people who gladly give up their sunday morning to cram themselves into a train carriage underground, just for the chance to stand on a random footpath in the rain and clap for a few thousand marathon runners.
On an entirely unrelated note, I met a girl in this city who refuses to hire anyone with a c.v. written in times new roman.
Needless to say, I am relieved to have chosen trebuchet.
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