Every now and again, and always by accident, I am reminded of the many advantages of living in a big city.
It's 10.30 at night, but I can get home because the tube's got hours to run yet. And I'm a bit drunk and hungry, but the supermarkets are open, or there's always the chippie.
On my way home from work I can get off a stop earlier and walk through some of the nation's best shopping streets. At 8pm. Still busy, shelves being restocked for the next day. I can buy a birthday present, a pair of shoes, whatever I want, really.
And that's just the convenience I happen to have noticed this week. Not to mention the galleries, museums, cinemas, theatres, casinos, parks, pool halls, brothels, torture gardens, adventure playgrounds, sports arenas, entertainment venues, dance halls, pubs, clubs, restaurants and greasy spoons that litter this fine city. I use less than 1% of it, but I'm glad it's there.
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