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what's interesting is i lived in london in '99 for six months. moved there by myself, didn't know a soul, didn't actually know a thing about london. i ended up getting a decent flat right across from the highbury/islington station, which i learned through this thread crack addicts apparently frequent. i walked a lot to the area where the angel stop is off the northern line to eat, go to the movies, record store, etc. i didn't find it soul-less at all; in fact, quite enjoyed it.
my last week before i moved, my mom came and stayed with me and whoever lived above me was on some sort of binge and was screaming at his girlfriend and throwing things all night long - first time my whole stay there that anything like that happened. scared the crap out of us - we called the cops and everything. the next day when i was moving out, on the way to the airport, i told the cab driver the story, who said "that's what you get for living in council flats." so, i was paying 165/week for public housing and never knew it.
but i loved my apartment and loved my neighborhood and, whether it was ignorance or not, i always felt safe, even at night and by myself.
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