The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time