City or country?

Wait till you're dying for a kebab.

My guess is Mike has never experienced the late night drunk run to the kebab shop. :)

Hey Mike - you know, drinking isn't all it's cracked up to be, you won't miss much. Because, you know, drunk people spend an awful lot of their time listening to other drunk people repeating themselves over and over. It's like drunk people just don't know how to express one idea and then shut up - it's like they have to keep saying the same old thing over and over, even though it's the exact same point they made ten seconds ago, but they're saying it ever so slightly differently this time, so they keep hammering away at the same message with different phrases, even though they've made their point already and no one's listening anyway. And it gets really boring. Because of the repetitiveness. And really tedious because they never progress from the initial argument, they just keep on going, like they don't know when to shut up. Luckily for you, I don't touch the stuff.

Big, peaceful countryside, with a nice thriving city nearby. :-) * P * :-)

I'm almost in the perfect place. In the middle of one of the most beautiful cities in the world. I'm right next to Hampstead Heath, Waterlow Park, Highgate Woods, Primrose Hill, and Regents Park with its stunning gardens; and as a walker these are important to me. I recently lived in Oxford and to get to any green space to walk in, I would have had to have walked 5 miles of boring suburbia to get to it. No, I stumbled across Soho as a gauche 17 yeard old, (Find my 'Me, Bo, A Duchess and The Flamingo) and immediately thought, this is where I want to live. And now I do! Oh yes the 'almost' in the first sentence: I live in Gospel Oak, see my 'Gospel Bloke' poem. It explains everything, and if I ever do make it into Hampstead I will be the happiest man on the planet.

I prefer someone that can spell 'you'.

If I can't see it, I'm sure as fuck not going to breathe it. ---- John H

In which case spell properly and there won't BE any problems, will there?

Aw, jeez, give it a rest. I live in a little village outside Cambridge, and I have the best of both worlds. Fields at my back door, the city just three miles away, and if I'm really desperate, a train-ride to the BIG city. I'd never make a good Londoner; too polluted, but I agree with styxbroox about Hampstead Heath. I was there last weekend; walked through the Vale of Health, goggled at all the lovely cottages. If I had me a few cool millions, I'd reconsider my stance and live there, instead!

I took a wrong turn yesterday and ended up on an impromptu tour of the oxfordshire countryside, it's stunningly beautiful (but a bugger to find you way around in).

It's easy enough to get lost on England's roads, (and especially for a girl who grew up driving on a highway that goes in a straight line from LA to Georgia). Just don't get lost in the fens! You'll never escape. That's why there are now people living there. They got lost, couldn't find their way back, and built villages on the exact spots they gave up trying to get out. Hence the existence of Wisbech and Manea.