I went to London last weekend for the first time in years. It's odd to think that I used to love the place. These days, it takes very little time for London to remind me just how bloody awful it is three or four stops on the Tube do the trick. Funny thing is, I didn't even leave London because I hated the place; I still loved it when I left. I could never go back now, though.
And I caught the bloody flu while I was there. Great.