The Problem with Cities

is that they are full of people.

Everything takes ages to do - the simplest errand will take about an hour to run and you have got to circumnavigate your way around dozens of hate-filled, hygiene adverse, zombies who haven't completed their course of anti-pyschotics and other couple dozen angry professionoids who didn't get their latest pay rise or christmas bonus and can't wait to get back to their overpriced luxury 10m square studio apartment.

My friend Luke once said that good sex f***s with your head, it can make you think you are in love. Crass and crude but true. Big cities do the same thing - they have all the glitz, glamour, culture and look good when used as the backdrop for big and shoestring budget movies - or cheesy music videos. But they don't love you, and you don't love them. What you love is the way you feel when you get to tell your small time former high-school counterparts that you live in New York, or London and they live in Podunkville and have, at most, been there on holiday and seen the nice parts - not the parts you can afford to live in, thank god, or they would know how much better their life probably is than yours... as if, thier lives still suck more if they live in the same town they were born in.

Let that comforting thought keep you warm and fuzzy on your long-ass commute home.