You Know You're A Real Londoner When...
No matter what anyone says, you don’t have to hail from Londinium to be a real Londoner. Once you’ve lived, worked and had a broken heart in this city, the ways of the capital naturally sink into the depths of your miserable old cynical soul. Cynicism + misery = true Londoner, right?
You’ve mastered the art of giving maximum shade…
Which means you never smile (and are suspicious of those that do)…
You think it’s perfectly acceptable to work 13 hour days…
The thought of ever leaving London makes you want to throw up…
You never, under any circumstances, have any money to your godforsaken name…
You feel like walking through Covent Garden is like walking through the depths of Mordor…
You get savage tube rage for absolutely no reason…
Your fridge is empty because you can’t actually afford food anymore …
You walk around like you own the place…
This is you on rent day…
You start dressing like this…
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You constantly tell yourself you love your job despite the godawful pay…
You stop caring about the price of alcohol – £6.75 is normal for a crap Malbec right?
You would never dream of going shopping on Oxford Street…
You feel like you should see a psychiatrist for all your #firstworldproblems…
You have an inexplicable hatred for cyclists…
You secretly think you’re cooler than those fake ‘Zone 7, 8, 9’ Londoners…
When that glorious view from Waterloo Bridge makes you stop, grin and realise that all the above is totally worth it…
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