i wish i'd seen piccadilly in it's neon wonderland pomp before it'd been entirely surrendered to horridly disappointed tourists and shoddy shopping centres and always boarded up eros. it always looked so beautifully suited to rain and turned up collars and lost loves and new infatuations and jumping on the back of routemasters and all the mad magic possiblities of a london night. or maybe it was always rubbish the way things in guide books are always rubbish and i'd've hated the wrigleys advert as much as i do the macdonalds one. i'm too full of germs to think.
lord kitchener - london is the place for me
Darnit woman I've been saving that song for a rainy day but I suppose I can't begrudge it yer, seein' as 'ow you're arrived back from the Nawth an all. What happened to the pink? I liked the pink.
I first saw Diccapilly aged 3 in 1968 - my Uncle Bill, who lived in Leytonstone gawd bless 'im, picked me and my Mum up at Paddington and drove us right through the centre of town. It looked good from his window and I put the moment I fell in love with this place down to that precise moment.
And bear in mind I'd also earlier seen the real Chitty Chitty Bang Bang promoting the film on the station concourse when we got off the train...
You don't forget stuff like that and, clearly, I haven't.
Sorry to go on.
Weird. The pink's back.
i was just fannying about with some other whatsits but they all looked crappy so back to the pink it is. sorry to pinch yer tune - it's one of the mrs's faves. i was going to have a bit of old drum & bass but i forgot.
The best thing about going to Piccadilly Circus, for me, is to stand amid the bustle outside Boots's (or wherever) and become the 968th person of the day to utter the time-honoured phrase, "Cor, it's like Piccadilly Circus round here" to whatever poor sod happens to be accompanying you. Fun's not the word. (no, really, it's not.)
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I was a London boy until I was about 8 but only remember being taken 'up west' the once and being absolutely blown away by it all, the buzz and the lights and the wonder of the Dilly, and thinking how absofuckinglutely fantastic it was that we could do this again and again and it would never get boring. And then we moved away.
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