Central vs Suburbia

It seemed like a great chance.  Wow a flat in Vauxhall and cheap.  Let move I told my partner.  It's ok it'll be good living in Zone 1 (well the edge of Zone 1/2)  Lets move in.  I don't really want to move my partner exclaimed to me.  I managed to talk him into visiting the flat, just to see.  We went and it all seemed so good.  Nice flat, great location but behind was a dark area of despair.............the landlady! "It's okay!" she told us you can move in and do what ever you want with the place, we won't be here much and  you can make it your home!"  Living 20 mins walk to Big Ben seemed like a great idea and a bonus it being the next best thing to Soho from a gay point of view was even more inviting.  We could pop into Barcode when we wanted for a quick drink, it was our local (we went twice in the 6 months we lived there!)

Clapham was up the road, great we have friends who live there and it'll be fun (We went to Clapham probably 5 times in the 6 months we lived there!) The most ironic thing about living in Vauxhall that our flat nearly looked over Fire, which was the place I lived in mostly a couple of years back (Never stepped foot in the door for the 6 months we lived there!) and it was soooo annoying to hear all the drugged f*&ked, pissed people screaming outside my bedroom window.

So, six months passed and we'd had enough,  the Landlady turned out to be a neurotic pre menstrual psycotic nut case who made the freaky neighbour look like Mother Theresa.   We decided to look for another place.  We decided to buy.  Zone 1/2 was too expensive, so we looked a bit further afield in Zone 2.  Nunhead screamed at us.  We looked at a few places and made a couple of offers,  2 were turned down.  Then we went back to our original viewing.  A lovely 1 bedroomed house, 1 second walk from the station and on the edge of East Dulwich, the place where people want to live but can't afford it. We got a great deal.  We moved in just before Christmas and have made the house our HOME and love it.

So, the debate is Central or Suburbia???

Well for me you can keep Central, it's too noisy,  you maybe near to everything, but you don't really go anywhere (or is that just me?!) and I'd rather live somewhere where there's no screaming people pissing on your doorstep and being sick in your letterbox.

I'm looking forward to our future in the suburb of Nunhead and hear it's really rocking.

To lose a friend (Dedicated to the friends I've lost)

You came, from somewhere far away,

A part of my life, destined to stay,

To help me find my path of life,

To keep me in touch with sanity,

You led me to good things in my time,

My life with you

 was always sublime.

No matter what I did in life

You always made me feel alive.

You pushed me to fulfil my dreams,

Never judging, or holding me back,

And always when there was strife,

You encourage me to move on in my life.

You saved me from killing my soul,

Bringing me back to make me whole,

I travelled far and travelled wide,

Knowing that you were by my side.

You made me laugh,

You watched me cry,

Why did you have to go and die?

The memories of the years gone by,

They make me laugh,

They make me cry.

Why did you have to go and die?

The loss of you still hurts deep,

The pain of which still makes me weep.

No day goes by I don’t try and hide

the emptiness I feel inside.

Why did you have to go and die?

I remember well that fateful day,

You told me you’d be taken away,

It crushed me deep in my heart,

The thought some day we’d be apart.

The only thing that I could do,

Was stop my life and come to you.

I tried my best to keep a smile.

Why did you have to go and die!

I watched you slowly slip away,

There’s nothing really I could say,

I held your hand and watched you die

What could I do but sit and cry.

Some times I think the pain has gone

I know I’m not the only one.

You touched the hearts of lots of lives.

Why did you have to go and die!