Though you can’t really explain it to people who don’t.
And paying hundreds of pounds per week for the privilege, just so you can be in the center of the city. Never mind that you share the loo with three total strangers and just getting from one end of your room to the other requires some serious yogi skills. You may have some roommates thrown in there as well.
You also know that the iconic Tube map is definitely not to scale and that it’s quicker to walk between Chancery Lane and Farringdon than it is pay for a Tube ride, which requires going through 4 stations and making 2 changes.
There’s a good chance you passed out while lying over the guard wall as well.
And that opinion changes depending on which of those you happen to be at the moment.
Seriously, don’t these bloody tourists know you’ve got things to do?
You have no idea how their fashionable clothing offerings can be so cheap. And you really don’t care.
It’s Argos for you.
Wait, what’s that bright stuff coming from the sky? OMG, it’s the sun! You have to have a picnic lunch in the park to enjoy it. In December. With temperatures below freezing.
And you love that the Chinatown shops have more pictures of naked bodies in the windows than the gay clubs do.
You love it because of all the late night drunken craziness that goes on in said bus. You hate it for the same reason.
You’re making cross-city pilgrimages just for their red velvet cupcake.
Best FroYo in the world, served up by the hottest boys in the world.
Because you can’t stand Nescafe instant coffee and your flat doesn’t have a coffee machine.
And you constantly screw up your order when suffering from a hangover because, really, who should have to remember that much crap just for a basic cup of coffee?
Even though it’s Belgian.