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What is living in London like? Hell. Here’s proof, beyond all doubt, that renting in London is a nightmare.
Where is it? In London Bridge, home of the Shard, a big train station with an understocked M&S, and absolutely fuck all else.
What is there to do locally? My pet theory about London Bridge is that it’s London’s premiere location for “pints with someone you’re not quite sure if you’re friends with”. This is because London Bridge is easy to get to for everyone in the entire city – train links to south, buses pouring in from central, a Northern Line tube branch – but also identity-less in that way that is neither fun nor unfun to exist in, even though it’s stuffed with bars and restaurants. So when someone invites you to London Bridge for a drink, they are saying: if the first pint goes badly I’m only 20 minutes from home. If they invite you to London Bridge they say: I can stand to spend time with you, but I don’t want you to know any of my interior life. I want to present myself to you on top of the clean blank slate that is London Bridge. If you have been asked on a date to London Bridge, that person is saying you can buy me dinner but you won’t see the gennies. Find a wine bar, find an Italian place, clamber up a tower and watch below at the glittering views of London. But then leave the London Bridge locale. The only thing to do here is watch your soul die from underneath you.
Alright, how much are they asking? A cool two grand (two.) (grand!) a month.
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