martes, 24 de enero de 2012

Londoners

Los Reyes Magos de Oriente (y Amazon) me trajeron un kindle por Navidad y ahora libro que veo que me gusta... zas, libro que va para mi kindle.
Este fin de semana no pude resistir la tentación y compré "Londoners: the days and nights of London Now, As Told by Those Who Love It, Hate It, Live It, Left It and Long for It.

Es un libro que todo Londoner que se precie debería leer y que debería estar prohibido (os resultaría un auténtico tostón) a todos los que nunca han vivido en Londres. Aquí os dejo algunas de las frases que, de momento, más me han hecho pensar: so fucking true!

- I didn't dare call myself a Londoner. But around that point I began to ask, who is? Who gets to choose? I began to feel as if I belonged. I guess secretly I was attaching another very inclusive definition to the word 'Londoner': if a person could get there, could stay there by whatever means possible, they could be a Londoner.

- Every Londoner must have a story, I was told. But it is not true

- The only thing I know is that a real Londoner would never, ever, ever eat at one of those bloody Angus bloody Steak Houses in the West End

- London is actually a very beautiful place when the weather's good, the mood is lighter and everybody's smiling. But for the other 350 days a year, it's miserable

- You clean your ears, you blow your nose and black stuff comes out