I compiled this list initially in Threads. That’s why it lacks words. Putting everything together in one piece and amending the content is my poor attempt to get back to some form of writing.
Number one.
Hearing the ice cream van tune and rushing out to get vanilla soft serve. With a flake. The flake matters more than you think.
Number two.
SNACKING. My personal favourite. Simple yet mystifying.
Number three.
Sandwiches. also, one of these and a mini bag of crisps as a side is a legitimate lunch option. A full meal.
Number four.
Queues. They are fab indeed. Queueing is almost enjoyable..One appreciates this only when one doesn’t have this.
Number five.
The cutest dogs you’ll ever see. They’re everywhere and always groomed. They’re impeccable.
Number six.
The vinegar. Mostly malt.
Number seven.
Fast food. All the chains and all the rage.
Number eight.
Curry as a staple. Makes sense but also doesn’t.
Number nine.
The humour. Truly fab. I just love it. Probably the thing that keeps me here.
Number ten.
Orange marmalade. Have you watched Paddington?
Number eleven.
The caff. What an institution.
Number twelve.
The swearing is so good. It does make me sad that as a foreigner I’ll never get there.
Number thirteen.
Idling. It’s bigger than you think.
Number fourteen.
What is cash? Card payments everywhere. I reckon there’s still one cash-only bun place in London Chinatown and as much as I want to try it, I never will.
Number fifteen.
This land’s love for fried chicken.
Number sixteen.
Passengers thanking the driver upon getting off the bus. It’s beautiful.
Number seventeen.
Jaywalking is a state of mind.
I walk fast. 