Lindsay

I'm putting this back because I feel it expresses the true me. And If I relate better to a city than anything else, I'm sure there are psychologists who would have me as a case study. My favorite interest: I love London. God, I love London. I want London to knock me down and put it's mouth on me. I want to marry London and have a million babies. Then, I want to cheat on London with a younger/warmer city, but just for the winter when it's too cold. I want London to take me back, but not without a fight and I'll buy Juicy Tubes from Selfridges and pastries from the food halls at Harrods to make it up to London. I want to complain to London about the quality of their sushi (Frozen tempura in bag, really!). Instead, we'll go to Brick Lane (changed this for anyone who's interested) together for Curry (Indian food, My Compatriots). After that, London will let David and me sing karaoke in the Royal Albert Hall, because, after all, it is London. I want London to put me on the cover of OK! and Hello every week, along with Posh and Katie Price. I want London to put me in the Big Brother house for one season and then a recurring guest spot on some breakfast show (morning show, brothers). I want London to supply me with endless Boost Bars and Wagamama. I WANT LONDON TO GIVE ME RYANAIR! (I do believe it's an Irish company, but it doesn't detract from my point) I want to grow old with London and get the very necessary plastic surgery we require. I want to die in London, be ground up and put in someone's Mandarin Duck Wrap at Pret-a-Manger. This was all ironic, in case you didn't get it. Actually it wasn't, just the bit about the breakfast shows. The rest stands. But maybe I wouldn't love to be put in someone's wrap. That would be poor hygiene.