It hasn't taken me long to work out that the Parklife culture is huge here in London, and I really dig it.
The lush green grass and the leafy trees overhead make parks a perfect refuge here is this concrete jungle.
There's always a park close by wherever you are, where you are sure to find plenty 'a dirty pigeons (and sometimes sparras too), people kicking the soccer- I mean- football, mums with prams and their [rotten] children, high school students cutting classes, and joggers going round and round and round...
These parks have served me well: a place to eat your £2 meal deal lunch from the local Tesco, have an afternoon nap for an hour or three, a place to dry out your hankies or to wait until the time has come for you to check into a place- they're also ideal for drinking pear cider in when the gawd-damn laundrette is closed (nb: you can drink anywhere in this city- except for on the tube or the bus- it's an alcoholics dream...and there are many living out that dream here, might I add!).
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