Getting back to my roots

The annual fundraising dinner at AFC Wimbledon with special guest Bobby Gould, was the reason for us spending part of the weekend in London. Now I should say staying in London, let's face it I'm a regular visitor , on Thursday night I sample the Barbican Centre in order to see the London premiere of the DBT documentary " The Secret to a Happy Ending". Now I'm a huge Truckers fan, so the film wasn't going to disappoint. However the chance to hear Cooley & Patterson answer questions and then perform a live acoustic mini-set made a great night.

Anyway I've strayed, on Friday night we travelled back from Kingsmeadow around midnight on the 131 bus and walked from the Broadway to Tooting Bec. Now I like curry but there must have been 20 curryhouses in the kilometre walk. Has anyone ever done a curry crawl ? The area where I grew up has changed beyond recognition. It's not better or worse, just different. As I lay awake I realised that you could always hear traffic and the hum was punctuated ever so often by the sound of an emergency vehicle. If nothing else I realised how I take the relative quiet and silence at night for granted at home. Do we just get used to the conditions in which we live ? I'm not sure, could I readjust to urbanlife ? I really doubt it, perhaps the exodus from London, is usually a one way ticket. Staying there now is a bit like going on holiday, how very strange.