God, I hate London.

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.