Are you thinking about moving to London? Well, it's an amazing city but you do have to be ready to make some big changes in your life to adjust to living here. Whether you're a country bumpkin from the UK or travelling to start a new life here from overseas there are a few things you should know, straight up.
For most people the real issue is having to take out their Oyster various times a day instead of just pressing their wallet or purse against the reader. A trivial complaint? Perhaps, but with about 19 million Oyster journeys a day, that adds up to a lot of needless frustration. So why haven't TfL come up with a solution?
How could this be happening? ... I'd lost a lot of weight over the last couple of years and am now a size 14 (the slimmest I've been since I was 14). But that's obviously not good enough if I look pregnant. And not just a bit pregnant - enough to make two sober and presumably rational adults assume that I am pregnant enough to need to sit down on public transport. That's, what, like, seven months?
'Elasticity', as the internet was slow to realize, does not exist in any physical form, but only in the doctored photographs, video, and text which comprise Le Nézet's press release. As anyone who had commuted through Dalston Junction in the intervening time could have told you, there were no enormous concrete blocks hanging from the ceiling of that particular underground station.
These three collections take street influences, from classic 90's hip hop style, Kawaii and the gritty London realness that is the Tube, and turn them into super cool, easy to wear, edgy fashion for men and women, that references London, New York and Tokyo style.
My cousin e-mailed me and asked me a few questions about moving to London that I felt compelled to share with you all...
Yes TfL has started letting you bus it even if you have only one penny's worth of credit. And sure, if you're lucky enough to have a contactless debit card, you're probably fine. But let's face it: at some point, most of us are going to want to get a night bus, having run into negative Oyster balance. And then what, eh?
Today London's streets were the scene of a black cab drivers revolt as they striked in London in protest at Uber - a new transport app backed by Google and Goldman Sachs.
At 4.26pm on Wednesday 21st May, a second year university student boarded a metro train at Longshan Temple station in Taipei, Taiwan. He was carrying two knives with him. In the four minutes before the train arrived at the next station, he killed four people and injured another twenty-three...
What was Mark Harding's crime? What had he done that prompted the police to act in such a robust manner? Mark, as a committed and dedicated defender of worker's rights had tried to persuade another member of staff from crossing the picket line. He hadn't been violent, or abusive, and the staff member concerned had successfully reported for work without incident.
The thing that really changed my mind was how the unsuspecting tube travellers who appeared on the site embraced the idea completely. In fact, most of the men wore it like a badge of honor. The men absolutely loved being apart of it.
There's a reason why there isn't a show called Women V Food because you're conditioned to hog, eat competitively and scoff. We're conditioned to watch what we eat, consider low-fat options and watch our figures. We do consider it a violation in a public place that someone has caught us at a vulnerable moment and decided to broadcast it.
Ladies, I'm a feminist and I will actively fight our cause till my boobs hit the floor and I breathe my last breath through my Chanel lipstick but oh my goodness am I embarrassed by your behaviour lately.
The recent London tube strikes left me lost for words. I watched and felt concerned by the frenzy such an incident could cause. However, I was more concerned how a large group of people have their lives disrupted, and are segregated from the normality everyday, but without any public attention.
I once went into a pub loo and they were playing a live recording of a Billy Connolly gig over head in the speakers. This was totally separate to the music that was played upstairs. I came away thinking I had dreamt it up or had some sort of Scottish comedy stoke.
The London Underground. It's dusty, it's grimy and it's full of people's body odours that I care not to sample. If i wanted your armpit shoved up against my chin, i'd be in a relationship with you. Then there are the breed of people who think it's acceptable to eat curries/pasties/burgers in such a confined place. This was my horrific experience recently: