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 know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
all that is to say
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
as in