I’m in London for a few days this week. Not for any particular reason, really – I just thought I’d break up the monotony of the Chamonix inter season with a little trip. Catch up with a few people, eat some Asian food, maybe visit the ski show & then head up to Suffolk to visit the folks for a few days.

I’ve only been here for a couple of hours, but England is already freaking me out a bit. Everyone is rushing around, yelling into phones and generally looks far better dressed than I do. Added to that I’m making far too much eye contact with people, (which makes me come ac cross as either a hick or a mental) and dammit – I just don’t belong here anymore.

It’s not a France/England thing. It’s a living in a small mountain town/Living in a world capital city thing. The last two and half years have changed me. I’m older, beardier, wierdier and I’d be kidding myself if I though I could ever go back.

Still, it’s fun to visit once in a while, and what the hell – I might even go shopping once I’ve finished my enormous Starbucks coffee. When in Rome.

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